When shall my wretched life

When shall my wretched life give place to death?
That my sad cares may be enforc’d to leave me.
Come, saddest shadow, stop my vital breath,
For I am thine, then let not care bereave thee
Of thy sad thrall but, with thy fatal dart,
Kill care and me, while care lies at my heart.


When Love

When love
walking across the broken heart of mine
touched your eyes,
your indifferent hair started flying
in the spring air like withered leaves
and drops of happy dew
started gathering on your eye-grass.


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