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 | The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere |  |
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SONG.
Give me back my heart, fair child;
To you as yet 'twere worth but little!
Half beguiler, half beguiled,
Be you warned: your own is brittle.
To you as yet 'twere worth but little!
Half beguiler, half beguiled,
Be you warned: your own is brittle.
‘Hid it! dropt it on the moors!
Lost it, and you cannot find it’—
My own heart I want, not yours:
You have bound, and must unbind it.
Lost it, and you cannot find it’—
My own heart I want, not yours:
You have bound, and must unbind it.
Fling it from you: Youth is strong:
Love is trouble; love is folly:
Love, that makes an old heart young,
Makes a young heart melancholy.
Love is trouble; love is folly:
Love, that makes an old heart young,
Makes a young heart melancholy.
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