95. HOW HIS SOUL CAME ENSNARED
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My soul would one day go and seek For roses, and in Julia's cheek A richess of those sweets she found, As in another Rosamond; But gathering roses as she was, Not knowing what would come to pass, It chanced a ringlet of her hair Caught my poor soul, as in a snare; Which ever since has been in thrall; —Yet freedom she enjoys withal.