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The lovely maid, she pierces now the wall; Heart pierced by her young Pyramus doth lie; And Love spreads wing from Cyprus isle to fly, A chink to view so wondrous great and small. There silence speaketh, for no voice at all Can pass so strait a strait; but love will ply Where to all other power twere vain to try; For love will find a way whateer befall.