Awake, sweet Love! thou art return'd:
My heart, which long in absence mourn'd,
Lives now in perfect joy,
Only herself hath seemed fair,
She only I could love;
She only drove me to despair
When she unkind did prove.
My heart, which long in absence mourn'd,
Lives now in perfect joy,
Only herself hath seemed fair,
She only I could love;
She only drove me to despair
When she unkind did prove.
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