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| SIGH, heart, and break not; rest, lark, and wake not! | |
| Day I hear coming to draw my Love away. | |
| As mere-waves whisper, and clouds grow crisper, | |
| Ah, like a rose he will waken up with day! | |
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| In moon-light lonely, he is my Love only, | 5 |
| I share with none when Luna rides in grey. | |
| As dawn-beams quicken, my rivals thicken, | |
| The light and deed and turmoil of the day. | |
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| To watch my sleeper to me is sweeter, | |
| Than any waking words my Love can say; | 10 |
| In dream he finds me and closer winds me! | |
| Let him rest by me a little more and stay. | |
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| Ah, mine eyes, close not: and, tho’ he knows not, | |
| My lips, on his be tender while you may; | |
| Ere leaves are shaken, and ring-doves waken, | 15 |
| And infant buds begin to scent new day. | |
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| Fair Darkness, measure thine hours, as treasure | |
| Shed each one slowly from thine urn, I pray; | |
| Hoard in and cover each from my lover; | |
| I cannot lose him yet; dear night, delay! | 20 |
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| Each moment dearer, true-love lie nearer, | |
| My hair shall blind thee lest thou see the ray; | |
| My locks encumber thine ears in slumber, | |
| Lest any bird dare give thee note of day. | |
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| He rests so calmly; we lie so warmly; | 25 |
| Hand within hand, as children after play;— | |
| In shafted amber on roof and chamber | |
| Dawn enters; my Love wakens; here is day. | |
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