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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Parthenophil and Parthenophe
Sonnet LXXX. Long-wished for Death! sent by my Mistress’ doom
Barnabe Barnes (1569?–1609)
LONG-WISHED for Death! sent by my Mistress’ doom;
  Hold! Take thy prisoner, full resolved to die!
  But first as chief, and in the highest room,
  My Soul, to heaven I do bequeath on high;
Now ready to be severed from Thy love!        5
  My Sighs, to air! to crystal springs, my Tears!
  My sad Complaints (which Thee could never move!
  To mountains desolate and deaf! My Fears,
To lambs beset with lions! My Despair,
  To night, and irksome dungeons full of dread!        10
  Then shalt Thou find (when I am past this care)
My torments, which thy cruelties have bred,
  In heavens, clouds, springs, hard mountains, lambs, and night:
  Here, once united; then, dissevered quite.

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