Oh! never will I leave my love,
My captive soul would sigh to stray,
Tho' seraph-songs its truth to prove,
Call it from earth to heaven to away.
For heaven has deign'd on earth to send
As rich a gift as it can give;
Alas! that mortal bliss must end,
For mortal man must cease to live.
Yet transient would my sorrows be
Should Delia first her breath resign;
Sweet Maid! my soul would follow thee,
For never can it part from thine.
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Thomas Gent
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Poem topics: away, breath, truth, sweet, gift, prove, live, stray, follow, thine, heaven, love, never, I love you, soul, earth, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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