Doll's Boy 's Asleep
E. E. Cummings
Doll’s boy ’s asleep under a stile he sees eight and twenty ladies in a line the first lady says to nine ladies his lips drink water but his heart drinks wine the tenth lady says to nine ladies they must chain his foot for his wrist ’s too fine the nineteenth says to nine ladies you take his mouth for his eyes are mine. Doll’s boy ’s asleep under the stile for every mile the feet go the heart goes nine
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