Stay still patient; wilt thou my sister of merciful troth be?
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I shall attempt the halter of thy life make less lighten'd!
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I shall climb the yew,
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Will it subdue me or not!
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Swooning emotions smite my bosom -
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I have in aptness depriev'd thy eyrie
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Oh! - but ne'er alas;
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Fro many another a lass -
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Lodge here fore'ermore.
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Dodge thither sable of yore!
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A narrow dell hath now for me turn'd into a broad land;
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A land rich with fields of the Simbelmyne.
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Sonorous to my ears are the words form'd by thy tongue;
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Conquer me! - Waylay me! - Swathe me 'twixt thy arms!
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Make me sense the wine which is drunk by queens,
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And let it flow white and full in tast o'er my lips.
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Make me sense the wine which is drunk by kings,
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And let it flow red and full in taste o'er my lips.
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A dais'd bridge o'er the ghyll,
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In which a river bottomless -
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I would have drowned,
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Yet thou drewest me out soaking!
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Save thou art not yet all parched -
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Eavesdroppest ye: A wee drop,
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I can hear it! - I can feel it!
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Whence it comes I can only deem,
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Yet I will not tarry idly!
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Lest this for me is a gay dream:
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Let it adamant be -
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A dream that will sojourn eternally -
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Empty the flagon in me!
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In which theatre I will act!
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Sweet Art Thou
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| Theatre Of Tragedy |
