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All the dear delight to see

Are the eyes and heart of me:

If I new an idol fair

From the rock, what sin is there?

Thou art all in veil arrayed,

Lest thy beauty be displayed;

If I do not weep for rue,

Say, what other, can I do?

Ah, if thou wouldst tread sedate

Where the caravan doth wait !

All we offer in the mart

Is a worthless, broken heart.

Once a lyric I designed

That a song might ease my mind;

Will it quench the torch’s glow

When the spark doth upward go?

This my heart thou gavest me

Liketh not in veil to be;

Give it vision, to descry

In the flint the flame doth lie.

There was rapture in my heart;

Wonder, that thou didst impart;

To the given heart in me

All thy love’s sweet agony.

When the waves tumultuous be,

None will put his barque to sea;

It is love that peril sore

Vieweth on the tranquil shore.

Past all worldly gods I went

Splendidly indifferent,

As the risen moon by far

Out-illuminetlh a star.