John Wilbye

(7 March 1574 - September 1638 / Brome, Suffolk)

And Though My Love Abounding - Poem by John Wilbye

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And though my love abounding,
Did make me fall a sounding,
Yet am I well contented,
Still so to be tormented,
And death can never fear me,
As long as you are near me.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012



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