by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Language: English 
Joy, joy doth so arise and so content me,
When I but see thee, O my life's fair treasure.
Joy, joy doth so arise and so content me,
That seeing makes me blind through too great pleasure.
But if such blinding, love, doth so delight thee,
Come, love, and more thus, blind me still and spite me.

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This text was added to the website: 2024-05-10
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