Me, me and none but me, dart home, O gentle Death, And quickly, for I draw too long this idle breath. O how I long till I may fly to heav'n above, Unto my faithful, unto my faithful beloved turtle dove. Like to the silver swan, before my death I sing, And yet alive my fatal knell I help to ring. Still I desire from earth and earthly joys to fly, He never happy liv'd, never happy liv'd that cannot love to die.
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