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EYES of the hind, you are my jailors, sweetest;\n\t<\/p>\n

My heart with the hind’s frightened motion fleetest\n\t<\/p>\n

In terror strange would flee.\n\t<\/p>\n

But find no issue, sweet; for thy quick smiling,\n\t<\/p>\n

Thy tresses like a net with threads beguiling\n\t<\/p>\n

Detain it utterly.\n\t<\/p>\n

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I am afraid of thy great eyes and well-like,\n\t<\/p>\n

I am afraid of thy small ears and shell-like,\n\t<\/p>\n

And everything in thee.\n\t<\/p>\n

Comfort my fainting heart with soft assurance\n\t<\/p>\n

And soon it will grow tame and love its durance,\n\t<\/p>\n

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LINE not with these dark rings thy bright eyes ever!\n\t<\/p>\n

Such keen shafts arc enough to slay unaided;\n\t<\/p>\n

To tip the barbs with venom why endeavour?\n\t<\/p>\n

O then no heart could live thy glance invaded.\n\t<\/p>\n

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Why any live wouldst thou have explanation?\n\t<\/p>\n

Three powers have thine eyes of grievous passion.\n\t<\/p>\n

The first is poison making them death’s portal,\n\t<\/p>\n

The second wine of strong intoxication;\n\t<\/p>\n

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IF the heart’s hope were never satisfied,\n\t<\/p>\n

Then no man could for long his life retain.\n\t<\/p>\n

The cloud to which the impatient rain-lark cried\n\t<\/p>\n

Contents at last the suffering bird with rain\n\t<\/p>\n

And bids him not to thirst forever.\n\t<\/p>\n

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And see the lamp with the moth flitting near it;\n\t<\/p>\n

A little forward and he swells the fire.\n\t<\/p>\n

But he invites that end and does not fear it,\n\t<\/p>\n

Gladly he burns himself at love’s desire.\n\t<\/p>\n

In bliss to die is his endeavour.\n\t<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n\n\n
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WHAT else have I to give thee? I have yielded "\n\t<\/p>\n

My heart at thy discretion,\n\t<\/p>\n

And is there than the heart a closer-shielded\n\t<\/p>\n

Reluctant sweet possession?\n\t<\/p>\n

Dear, if thou know of such as yet ungiven,\n\t<\/p>\n

I will not grudge but yielding think if heaven.\n\t<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n\n\n
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MY eyes arc lost in thine as in great rivers,\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

My soul is in their depths of beauty drowned.\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Love in thine eyes three sacred streams delivers,\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Whose waves with crests of rushing speed are crowned.\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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The wind of love has stirred thy fluttering lashes,\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The tide of love heaves in thy sweet emotion;\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

My beating heart feels as it seaward washes\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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SWEET, gaze not always on thine own face in the mirror,
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\n\tThou lose <\/span>the habit of thy queenly
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\n\tAnd thy poor subject quite forget. <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tWell may I fear such fatal error, <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tSince they who always on their own wealth look <\/span><\/p>\n

\n\tGrow misers and to spend it cannot brook. <\/span><\/p>\n

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WHY gazing in the glass I stand nor move\n\t<\/p>\n

As rapt in bliss, hast thou not then divined?\n\t<\/p>\n

Because thy home is in my eyes, dear love\n\t<\/p>\n

And gazing there I gaze on thee enshrined.\n\t<\/p>\n

And therefore must my face seen in the glass\n\t<\/p>\n

In beauty my own former face surpass.\n\t<\/p>\n

Thane own eyes, sweet suspecter, long have known\n\t<\/p>\n

I love my beauty for their sake alone.\n\t<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n\n\n
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THE whom I woo makes with me no abiding;\n\t<\/p>\n

He
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Absence I quite contemn; he loves nor loves me;\n\t<\/p>\n

Union my life is; ever he deceives me.\n\t<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n\n\n
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CEASE, clouds of autumn, cease to roll;\n\t<\/p>\n

Your
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Love of my heart, in distant lands thou roamest.\n\t<\/p>\n

The musical rich sound of rain\n\t<\/p>\n

But touching me, ah, turns to pain.\n\t<\/p>\n

Love of my heart, in distant lands thou roamest.\n\t<\/p>\n

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The pleasant daylight brings delay\n\t<\/p>\n

Of added infelicity\n\t<\/p>\n

Because of one face far away,\n\t<\/p>\n

Grief of heart where joy should be.\n\t<\/p>\n

Love of my heart, in distant lands thou roamest.\n\t<\/p>\n

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The glorious lightning as it burns\n\t<\/p>\n

Goes shuddering through my body faint\n\t<\/p>\n

And my sad eyes remembrance turns\n\t<\/p>\n

Into moist fountains of complaint.\n\t<\/p>\n

Love of my heart, in distant lands thou roamest.\n\t<\/p>\n

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Cease, clouds of autumn, cease to roll;\n\t<\/p>\n

Your thunders slay a poor girl’s soul.\n\t<\/p>\n

Love of my heart, in distant lands thou roamest.\n\t<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n\n\n
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THE spring is here, sweet friend, the spring is here\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

And
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How many dreadful armed things appear\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

One by<\/span><\/span>
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The cuckoo of his black bands captain is,\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The full moon marshals his white companies.\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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The nectared moon grown poisonous as a snake,\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

A
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The cuckoo’s cunning note my heart doth break
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ERE I had taken half my will of joy,\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Why hast<\/span>
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To slay a woman’s heart with sad annoy,\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

O ruddy Dawn, thou openest in the cast.\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The whispering world begins in dawn’s red shining,\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Nor will Night stay one hour for lovers’ pining.\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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Ah why should lover’s blissful meeting\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Mix so
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On happy night come heavy morrow?\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Night will not
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NAY, though thy absence was a tardy fire,\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Yet in such meeting is a worse derision;\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

For never yet the passionate eyes’ desire\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Drew comfort from such momentary vision.\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Who ever heard of great heats soon expended,\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Huge fire with a little burning ended?\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n

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T SAID in anger, "When next time he prays,\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

I will be sullen and repulse his charms."\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Ah me! but when I saw my lover’s face,\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

I quite forgot and rushed into his arms.\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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Mine eyes said, "We will joy in him no longer;\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Vainly let him entreat nor pardon crave."\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

He came, nor pardon asked; my bonds grew stronger,\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n

I am become more utterly1<\/sup> his slave.\n\t\t\t<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n

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A
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This is
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Else would my heart’s pain thy compassion move,\n\t<\/p>\n

Who in my heart persistest like heart’s blood\n\t<\/p>\n

When 1 am dead, then wilt thou pity prove\n\t<\/p>\n

And with thy sorrow on deaf ears intrude?\n\t<\/p>\n

This is my grief thou hast not understood.\n\t<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n

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HOW much thou didst entreat! with what sweet wooing\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Thou hast bewitched my soul to love thee!\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Now when I’ve loved thee to my own undoing,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

O marvel! all my piteous tears and suing\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

To bless me with thy presence cannot move thee.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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Would I, if I had known ere all was over,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Have given my heart for thy sole pleasure?\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

So sweet thy words, I fell in love with loving\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

And gave my heart, the very roots removing.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

How could I know that thy love had a measure?\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n

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HOW could I know that he was waiting only\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

For an excuse to leave me?\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

I was so sure he loved me, not one lonely\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Suspicion came to grieve me.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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But now a small offence his pretext making\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

He has buried Love and left me;\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Blithely has gone, his whole will of me taking,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Having of bliss bereft me.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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Too well he knows my grief of heart, not caring\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Tho’ it break through his disdain.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

I sit forsaken, all my beauty wearing\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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IN TO the hollow of whose hand my heart\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

I gave once, surely thinking him my lover,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

How shall I now forget him? by what art\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

My captive soul recover?\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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I look Love’s graver up and slow portrayed\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

His beauty on my soul with lingering care.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

How shall the picture1<\/sup> from its back-ground fade,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Burnt in so deeply there.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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"He has forgotten thee, forget him thou;"\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

All say to me, "a vain thing is regret."\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Ah yes, that day when death is on my brow,<\/p>\n

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HAST thou remembered me at last, my own\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

And therefore come after so many days?\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

When man has once drained love and elsewhere flown,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Does he return to the forgotten face?\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Therefore I think by error thou hast come.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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Would ever have thee back again.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

The sunflower drooping hopelessly\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

Expects no sun to end her pain.\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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\n\t\t\t\tFavour <\/span>to his poor slave-girl more,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

That I should mix my eyes as now\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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I did not dream my huge desire\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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But burning in love’s bitter fire\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

With
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One thought alone possessed thy slave,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

"Lord of my
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Wilt thou not come this life to save?<\/p>\n

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IN true sweet love what more than utter bliss is,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

He only
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As moonbird seeks the moon, she seeks his kisses,\n\t\t\t\t<\/p>\n

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