what soft burdens of this heavy Plight,
That in this sweet sadness I delight ,
morrow be when the duty calls ,
let me just die again tonight !
Upon Thy bosom let me play,
Upon thy lips let me stay,
let me drink to thine eyes,
lest I burn and you the flame
If I cant prosper in sunshine,
of that beauty ,innocence thine,
then let me atleast be a refuge ,
in shadow of your unseen smile
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