by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

The Spring of Joy Is Dry
Language: English 
The Spring of Joy is dry,
That ran into my heart;
And all my comforts fly:
My Love and I must part.
Farewell, my Love, I go,
If fate will have it so.
Yet to content us both
Return again, as doth
The shadow to the hour,
The bee unto the flower,
The fish unto the hook,
The cattle to the brook,
That we may sport our fill,
And love continue still.

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This text was added to the website: 2023-04-25
Line count: 14
Word count: 72