  Once more, O happy hill & peaceful plain, Once more, O kindly meadow, laugh with glee: Now is all earth’s old nature young again. Once more the lily may her lover see; Once more the eager tulip lifteth up Unto the wine-filled rose her golden cup. O hold thou dear the flowers, that through Spring’s door Enter thy garden: ere thou may’st no more Behold them, love them who live but for thee. Greet them, ere they through Autumn’s gate depart: Since for thy pleasuring God made them be, Gaze on them gladly,—on me too, sweet heart, Who for thy sake alone live; give me one Welcome, once smile on me, ere I be gone.
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