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To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything
Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy prostant to be;
Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.
A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as sound and free,
As in the whole world thou can'st find,
That heart I'll give to thee.
Bid that heart stay, and it will stay,
To honour thy decree;
Or bid it languish quite away,
And't shall do so for thee.
Bid me to weep, and I will weep,
While I have the eyes to see;
And having none, yet I will keep
A heart to weep for thee.
Bid me despair, and I'll despair,
Under that cypress-tree;
Or bid me die, and I will dare
E'en death, to die for thee.
Thou art my life, my love, me heart,
The very eyes of me;
And hast command of every part,
To live and die for thee.
To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything
Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy prostant to be;
Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.
A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as sound and free,
As in the whole world thou can'st find,
That heart I'll give to thee.
Bid that heart stay, and it will stay,
To honour thy decree;
Or bid it languish quite away,
And't shall do so for thee.
Bid me to weep, and I will weep,
While I have the eyes to see;
And having none, yet I will keep
A heart to weep for thee.
Bid me despair, and I'll despair,
Under that cypress-tree;
Or bid me die, and I will dare
E'en death, to die for thee.
Thou art my life, my love, me heart,
The very eyes of me;
And hast command of every part,
To live and die for thee.
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