Lovely is my lady
A wonder to behold
Most valued is my lady
With charms as graced as gold.

On my shoulder lies her head
And in my heart her smile
I could not list, nor price, nor pay
The value of this while.

Friend, Friend, if I could tell
Of all my heart can feel
The very air would pain and swell
To see from nature what I steal.

Steal not from me my friend
That which I possess;
The same awaits for you, Love
In love's true happiness.

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I told my love, I told my love
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!

O rose, thou are sick:
The invisible worm!
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

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In this black pit of hate I call my soul
Is more love than ever a god can give.
Oh! Acidie where is the sting of placid age
Or Where! Where! the pain of mortal rage
To lend anguish to my crippled age.
I'll take either heaven or hell
Whichever better the lot can fill,
For mortal hands have needed palms
Which prick discomfort in my rage.
Despaired, I pray to you gods a demon sage
From within my living and leaden cage.
I accept whatever you may say
Only whirl my spirit from itself away;
Fill me with passion or benumb me by the world's sway,
But do it now for I die today.

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