 | Love-Lore (1895) |  |
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FORTUNA
How many wouldst thou love? fair Maid!
Sad was my heart, God wot:
Thou makèst Love himself afraid,
And yet who loves thee not?
Sad was my heart, God wot:
Thou makèst Love himself afraid,
And yet who loves thee not?
“I love, I love thee!” Such words said,
Glad was my heart, God wot:
Upon my heart thy fair head laid.
And yet thou lovedst me not.
Glad was my heart, God wot:
Upon my heart thy fair head laid.
And yet thou lovedst me not.
She loved, she said; and left me so:
Sad was my heart, God wot.
Thy love of change so many know,
And yet who loves thee not?
Sad was my heart, God wot.
Thy love of change so many know,
And yet who loves thee not?
Once leaving me thou didst look back
(Glad was my heart, God wot,)
As bidding me to keep thy track:
And yet thou lovedst me not.
(Glad was my heart, God wot,)
As bidding me to keep thy track:
And yet thou lovedst me not.
O Love, whom Love hath made so fair!
Sad is my heart, God wot:
Thou leavest thy lovers to despair.
And yet who loves thee not?
Sad is my heart, God wot:
Thou leavest thy lovers to despair.
And yet who loves thee not?
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