The Supplication

Divinest fair,
O, ease my care,
And kindly cheer your dying swain;
No longer fly,
No more deny,
But give me love for love again.

Love's powerful dart
Has pierc'd my heart,
Shot from your irresistless charms;
Nor can I rest
Until I'm blest,
Encircl'd in your snowy arms.
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