Love
Dear, fold me once more in thine arms
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Love
Dear, fold me once more in thine arms!
And let me know
Before I go
There is no bliss but in those charms.
By thy fair self I swear
That here, and only here,
I would for ever, ever stay:
But cruel Fate calls me away.
How swiftly the light minutes slide!
The hours that haste
Away thus fast
By envious flight my stay do chide.
Yet, Dear, since I must go,
By this last kiss I vow,
By all that sweetness which dwells with thee,
Time shall move slow, till next I see thee.
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MLA
Stanley, Thomas. “Dear, fold me once more in thine arms.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/stanley/66/.
Chicago
Stanley, Thomas. “Dear, fold me once more in thine arms.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/stanley/66/.
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