Love
She bound her green sleeve on my helm
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Love
She bound her green sleeve on my helm,
Sweet pledge of love's sweet meed:
Warm was her bared arm round my neck
As well she bade me speed;
And her kiss clings still between my lips,
Heart's beat and strength at need.
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MLA
Rossetti, Dante Gabriel. “She bound her green sleeve on my helm.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_d/242/.
Chicago
Rossetti, Dante Gabriel. “She bound her green sleeve on my helm.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_d/242/.
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