by Thomas Campion (1567 - 1620)

Shall I come, sweet love?
Language: English 
Our translations:  GER
Shall I come, sweet love, to thee
  When the evening beams are set?
Shall I not excluded be?
  Will you find no feignèd let?
Let me not, for pity, more
Tell the long hours at your door.

Who can tell what thief or foe
  In the covert of the night
For his prey will work my woe,
  Or through wicked foul despite?
So may I die unredressed,
Ere my long love be possessed.

But to let such dangers pass,
  Which a lover's thoughts disdain,
'Tis enough in such a place
  To attend Love's joys in vain.
Do not mock me in thy bed,
While these cold nights freeze me dead.

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Word count: 110