Though I see within thine eyes
Sudden frown of cloudy skies,
Yet I bid them "merry morn"
For they tell me Love is born.
So ha-hë¡! with hë¡-ha-hë¡!
For they tell me Love is born.
Storms of mocking from thy lips
Lash me still like airy whips;
But to-day thy scorn I scorn
For I know that Love is born.
So ha-hë¡! with hë¡-ha-hë¡!
For I know that Love is born.
O the hail that rattles fierce
Through my hodden cloak to pierce!
What care I if rags be torn?
Love and I are beggars born!
So ha-hë¡! with hë¡-ha-hë¡!
Love and I are beggars born.
Benedick's Song
Henry John Newbolt, Sir
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