TO VALENCIA WITH LOVE
For God's sake! Pause, just for once!
Stir not! but hold thy tongue!
For 20 springs have passed by,
But my love remains unsung.
I wonder by my truth,
How much do I love thee?
I vowed to ask him,
whose pretty prize thou should be.
Call me what thou will,
I am made such by love;
I love thee to my soul’s content,
which none can grasp but a dove.
How do I love thee thou ask me?
None can count but I.
I love thee freely, I love thee purely,
That none can see but a fly.
It’s fair enough for thee, my love,
to law me in my dreams.
Thou burn me every night,
to lure with morning’s beam.
All my smiles, tears and passions,
are only for thou my love.
Contemplate; what thou will, approve,
so that I can die by it, if not live thereof.
.
TO VALENCIA WITH LOVE
For God's sake! Pause, just for once!
Stir not! but hold thy tongue!
For 20 springs have passed by,
But my love remains unsung.
I wonder by my truth,
How much do I love thee?
I vowed to ask him,
whose pretty prize thou should be.
Call me what thou will,
I am made such by love;
I love thee to my soul’s content,
which none can grasp but a dove.
How do I love thee thou ask me?
None can count but I.
I love thee freely, I love thee purely,
That none can see but a fly.
It’s fair enough for thee, my love,
to law me in my dreams.
Thou burn me every night,
to lure with morning’s beam.
All my smiles, tears and passions,
are only for thou my love.
Contemplate; what thou will, approve,
so that I can die by it, if not live thereof.
.
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