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English, 04.12.2020 01:20 AJSkullcrusher

Like as the culver, on the barèd bough, Sits mourning for the absence of her mate; And,
in her songs, sends many a wishful vow For his
return that seems to linger late:
So I alone, now left disconsolate,
Mourn to myself the absence of my love;
And, wandering here and there all desolate,
Seek with my plaints to match that mournful dove
No joy of aught that under heaven doth hove,
Can comfort me, but her own joyous sight
Whose sweet aspect both God and man can
move,
In her unspotted pleasance to delight.
Dark is my day, whiles her fair light I miss,
And dead my life that wants such lively bliss.

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