  Turn back, you wanton flyer, And answer my desire With mutual greeting. Yet bend a little nearer,— True beauty still shines clearer In closer meeting! Hearts with hearts delighted Should strive to be united, Each other's arms with arms enchaining,— Hearts with a thought, Rosy lips with a kiss still entertaining. What harvest half so sweet is As still to reap the kisses Grown ripe in sowing? And straight to be receiver Of that which thou art giver, Rich in bestowing? There is no strict observing Of times' or seasons' swerving, There is ever one fresh spring abiding;— Then what we sow with our lips Let us reap, love's gains dividing. T. Campion |
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