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My Lady
What is my Lady? she is all my care,
Where is my Lady? she is in my heart,
There would I keep her with all pain and smart,
Seeing her absence makes the world less fair,
The sky less blue, the noontide light less rare,
The flowers less swift from out the earth to start,
And where her presence is such sunbeams dart
As make midsummer of midwinter air.
Where is my Lady? she is in my heart,
There would I keep her with all pain and smart,
Seeing her absence makes the world less fair,
The sky less blue, the noontide light less rare,
The flowers less swift from out the earth to start,
And where her presence is such sunbeams dart
As make midsummer of midwinter air.
So having all this care I yet have none,
And sing along as merry as a child,
For though she strive she cannot break her chains;
Love wove them,—Love in Heaven the mightiest one,
And if she frown, I know she once hath smiled,
And if she go, her spirit still remains.
And sing along as merry as a child,
For though she strive she cannot break her chains;
Love wove them,—Love in Heaven the mightiest one,
And if she frown, I know she once hath smiled,
And if she go, her spirit still remains.
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