• my love
    discourse to me
    wash away my melencholy
    my love so placid and pale
    please enteat into my chamber
    surcease your sorrow
    your mysery your pain
    for i shall beguille you
    and wash away it all
    make the countence smile with joy
    stay here with me
    morrow after morrow
    till the end of the end of the day
    my love
    so uncraven
    we shall read lores of all
    scare away all ominous
    come to me my love