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 !
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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Researcher for this text: Ross Klatte
This text was added to the website: 2014-07-10
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Word count: 114