anon

Come away, come, sweet love
The golden morning breaks
All the earth, all the air
Of love and pleasure speaks
Teach thy arms then to embrace
And sweet rosy lips to kiss
And mix our souls in mutual bliss
Eyes were made for beautys grace
Viewing, rueing loves long pain
Procured by Beautys rude distance;
Come away, come, sweet love,
The golden morning wastes,
While the sun from his sphere
Bids fiery arrows casts,
Making all the shadows fly,
Playing,staying in the grove,
To entertain the stealth of love,
Flying, dying to desire,
Sweet love, let us hide.
Come away, come, sweet love,
Do not in vain decorate
Beautys grace that should rise
Like to the morning rise
Lilies On the rivers side
And fair cyprian flowers New blown
Desire no prettiness but their own,
Ornament is nurse of pride
Pleasure, measure, loves delight
Hasten then, sweet love,
Sigh with me all this night…

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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