Too Many Names Hath She

Too many names hath she,
Torn away,
A day and a thousand times hath she,
Away from me,
And forever May,
Eternity in misery,
Lost and yet found
The lady bound
As she, set free
In her own fair company,
A life, alas, her own,
Alas and yet, rejoice,
A poor player prone
And the lady, found her voice.

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