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I do confess thou 'rt smooth and fair, Pack clouds away, and welcome day, And I might have gone near to love
With night we banish sorrow; thee,
Sweet air, blow soft; mount, larks, aloft, Had I not found the lightest prayer
To give my love good-morrow, That lips could speak, had power to Wings from the wind to please her mind, move thee:
Notes from the lark I 'il borrow; But I can let thee now alone,
Bird, prune thy wing; nightingale, sing, As worthy to be loved by none.
To give my love good-morrow. I do confess thou ’rt sweet ; yet find
Wake from thy nest, robin redbreast; Thee such an unthrift of thy sweets,
Sing, birds, in every furrow; Thy favors are but like the wind,
And from each hill let music shrill 'i'hat kisses everything it meets;
Give my fair love good-morrow. And since thou canst with more than one,
Blackbird and thrush in every bush, Thou 'rt worthy to be kissed by none.
Stare, limnet, and cock sparrow;
You pretty elves, among yourselves, The morning rose that untouched stands Sing my fair love good-morrow. Armed with her briers, how sweetly
smells ! But plucked and strained through ruder
SEARCH AFTER GOD. hands, No inore her sweetness with her dwells, I sought thee round about, O thou my But scent and beauty both are gone,
God! And leaves fall from her, one by one.
In thine abode.
I said unto the carth, “Speak, art thou Such fate, erelong, will thee betide,
he?" When thou hast handled been
She answered me, awhile,
“I am not.” I inquired of creatures all, Like sere flowers to be thrown aside:
In general, And I will sigh, while some will smile, Contained therein. They with one voice To see thy love for more than one
proclaim Hath brought thee to be loved by none. That none amongst them challenged such