COME AGAIN

JOHN DOWLAND [1597]

Come again, sweet love doth now invite,
thy graces that refrain to do me due delight.
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die
With thee again in sweetest sympathy

Come again, that I may cease to mourn,
through thy unkind disdain for now left and forlorn.
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die,
In deadly pain and endless misery

All the day, The sun that lends me shine,
By frowns do cause me pine, and feeds me with delay.
Her smiles, my springs, that makes my joys to grow,
Her frowns the winters of my woe.

All the night, my sleeps are full of dreams
My eyes are full of streams, my heart takes no delight
To see the fruits and joys that some do find,
And mark the storms are me assign'd

Out alas, my faith is ever true
Yet will she never rue, nor yield me any grace.
Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made,
Whom tears, nor truth may once invade.

Gentle love, draw forth thy wounding dart,
Thou canst not pierce her heart, for I that do approve.
By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts,
Did tempt while she for triumph laughs

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