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"I've lost all patience by despite of you; * My heart knows

nothing save love plight to you! If aught I sight save charms so

bright of you; * My parting end not in the sight of you! I swear

I'll ne'er forget the right of you; * And fain this breast would

soar to height of you: You made me drain the love cup, and I lief

* A love cup tender for delight of you: Take this my form

where'er you go, and when * You die, entomb me in the site of

you: Call on me in my grave, and hear my bones * Sigh their

responses to the shright of you: And were I asked 'Of God what

wouldst thou see?' * I answer, 'first His will then Thy decree!'