 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
SONG
O purer far than ever I!
Be nobler than to choose me:
Flee from me, Sweet; I fain would die
If thou shouldst not refuse me.
Be nobler than to choose me:
Flee from me, Sweet; I fain would die
If thou shouldst not refuse me.
And when I'm dead, and thou, too, Sweet,
Because I did refuse thee;
Perhaps our new-born souls may meet
And know, and I not lose thee.
Because I did refuse thee;
Perhaps our new-born souls may meet
And know, and I not lose thee.
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