by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

And is it night
Language: English 
And is it night ? Are they thine eyes that shine ? 
Are we alone and here ? and here and here alone 
May I come near ? May I, may I but touch thy shrine ? 
Is jealousy asleep or is he gone ? 
O gods, no more silence my lips with thine, 
Lips, kisses, joys, hap, blessings most divine. 

Oh, come, my dear, our griefs are turned to night. 
And night to joys; Night blinds pale Envy's eyes; 
Silence and sleep prepare us our delight, 
Oh, cease we then our woes, our griefs, our cries. 
Oh, vanish words! words do but passions move. 
O dearest life, joys sweet, O sweetest love !


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Researcher for this text: Ross Klatte

This text was added to the website: 2014-07-10
Line count: 12
Word count: 114