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Thomas Campion


The Third Booke of Ayres

1618

XXIII. Come, O come my lifes delight

           1  Come, O come my lifes delight ;
       Let me not in languor pine :
           Loue loues no delay : thy sight,
       The more enioy'd, the more diuine.
                 O come and take from mee
                 The paine of being depriu'd of thee.

           2  Thou all sweetnesse dost enclose,
       Like a little world of blisse :
           Beauty guards thy lookes, the Rose
       In them pure and eternall is.
                 Come then and make thy flight
                 As swift to me as heau'nly light.
    

 

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