Poems (Taylor)/Pilgrim Song

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PILGRIM SONG
Girdles of gold and of gramaraye My lady's bosom clip.And so I tread this aching way, Dead roses in my scrip.
Her head was like Aldeboran. (O Christ, that Star is set!)Her voice was a spell Arabian. (But shall I not forget?)
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