GJG Elton (Philadelphia, PA)
A Lover's Lament
My soul unto thy heart is given,
In mystic fold do they entwine,
So bound in one that, were they riven,
Apart my soul would life resign.
Thou art my song and I the lyre;
Thou art the breeze and I the brier;
The altar I, and thou the fire;
Devoid your love, and I the crier.
Mine the deep love, the beauty thine!
As fleets away the rapid hour
While weeping—may, my sorrowing lay
Touch thee, love thee, my sweet flower.
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