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Sweetest Love, I Do Not GoSweetest Love, I Do Not Go
Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go
Sweetest love, I do not go
For weariness of thee,
Nor in hope the world can show
A fitter love for me;
But since that I
Must die at last, `tis best
Thus to use myself in jest,
By feigned death to die.
Yesternight the sun went hence,
And yet is here to - day;
He hath no desire nor sense,
Nor half so short a way.
Then fear not me,
But believe that I shall make
Hastier journeys, since I take
More wings and spurs than he.
O how feeble is man`s power,
That, if good fortune fall,
Cannot add another hour,
Nor a lost hour recall.
But come bad chance,
And we join to it our strength,
And we teach it art and length,
Itself o`er us t` advance.
When thou sigh`st, thou sigh`st no wind,
But sigh`st my soul away;
When thou weep`st, unkindly kind,
My life`s blood doth decay.
It cannot be
That thou lov`st me as thou say`st,
If in thine my life thou waste,
That art the best of me.
Let not thy divining heart
Forethink me any ill.
Destiny may take thy part
And may thy fears fulfil;
But think that we
Are but turned aside to sleep:
They who one another keep
Alive, ne`er parted be.
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