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"The Book of Odes", by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1908],

p. 39

"Blue Collar\"

O You with the collar of blue,

My heart is longing for you.

Though to call you I am not free,

Wherefore not send to me?

O you with the girdle of blue,

Long, long do I think of you.

Though to seek you I am not free,

Wherefore not come to me?

Ah, random and pleasure-drawn,

To the View Tower you are gone;

And a day without your sight

Is like three months in its flight.