Come Again, Sweet Love Doth Now Invite

John Dowland

Come again! Sweet love doth now invite
Thy graces that refrain
To do me due delight
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.

Come again! That I may cease to mourn
Through thy unkind disdain
For now lost and forlorn
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
In deadly pain and endless misery.

Gentle love! Draw forth thy wounding dart
Thou canst not pierce her heart
For I that do approve
By sighs and tears more hot than are thy shafts
Do tempt, while she for triumph laughs.

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