| Still the pearl of mystery's storehouse In the screen, as 'twas, is |
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| Lo, thine image from the tablet Of my heart and soul ne'er goeth |
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| Come, so may strength return To my heart contrite again |
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| Thy lashes black a thousand rents, Sweet, in this faith have frayed of mine |
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| A Lifetime 'tis that in Love's quest Each day I hither, thither fare |
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| Since into the hand of the breeze the end Of thy tress again hath fallen |
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| My heart's sad case to thee To say my soul's desire is |
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| For Jem's cup our heart requirement Of us many a year made |
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| When thy face's mirrored semblance On the goblet's shine befalleth |
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| At my ogling, in amazement All the tribe of lackwits goeth |
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