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[I fly from all I prize the most]
1
I fly from all I prize the most
I shun what I loved best to see
My joy seems gone—my peace seems lost
And all I loved is hate to me
I shun green fields and hate the light
The glorious sun the peaceful moon
More welcome is the darkest night
Then glaring daylight comes to[o] soon
2
'Tis not the kiss that pouts to leave
The lips of woman that we love
'Tis not the world—that will deceive
Or any doubt of that above
'Tis something that my heart hath been
'Tis something that my heart approvd
'Tis something that my eyes have seen
And felt they loved—
3
I grieve not those I loved are gone
That happy years have pass'd away
That time to day keeps stealing on
To that ye call eternity
I grieve not that the seasons fade
That winter chills the summer dew
While mortal things are heavenly made
And all now doubt will soon be true
4
To thee my love, and only thee
The spring and summer seemeth true
Thy looks are like the flowers I see
Thy eyes like air-bells filled with dew
Thy look is that of happiest love
And playful as the summer sea
Thy health is from the skies above
And heaven itself is full of thee—
