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Sent to Clelia.
Go tell her that I love;
Yet have a special care
Lest thou despair,
Whilst thou dost strive to move,
A Love whose happiness does fly so high,
'Tis the next Mansion to Divinity.
Yet have a special care
Lest thou despair,
Whilst thou dost strive to move,
A Love whose happiness does fly so high,
'Tis the next Mansion to Divinity.
If she but ask thee where
Thy Master lives or lies,
Look on her sparkling Eyes,
And boldly tell her there;
And that thy duty made thee come to find
Him that by gazing left himself behind.
Thy Master lives or lies,
Look on her sparkling Eyes,
And boldly tell her there;
And that thy duty made thee come to find
Him that by gazing left himself behind.
If she desire to know
Where first I saw her face;
Tell her the happy place
To which my life I owe,
Was in her Garden; there I heard her sing,
And with her Fingers touch the quav'ring String.
Where first I saw her face;
Tell her the happy place
To which my life I owe,
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And with her Fingers touch the quav'ring String.
Nor had thy Thracian Lyre,
Orpheus, when thou didst play,
More Power the Beasts to stay,
Or Trees or Stones Inspire.
Thy Auditors were sensless ones, but here
Angels came list'ning from their Heavenly Sphere.
Orpheus, when thou didst play,
More Power the Beasts to stay,
Or Trees or Stones Inspire.
Thy Auditors were sensless ones, but here
Angels came list'ning from their Heavenly Sphere.
If she in anger say,
How durst he come so nigh,
T'invade my privacy,
When I my self retir'd away?
Tell her the Queen of Love brought me to see
The full perfections of her Deity.
How durst he come so nigh,
T'invade my privacy,
When I my self retir'd away?
Tell her the Queen of Love brought me to see
The full perfections of her Deity.
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