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Dear love, when droop my weary eyes, / And patient Death comes near and cries: / "Tired soul, come forth, and follow me. " / I ask that thou, my love, shall be / Wrapped close to my desiring breast, / So at the last I shall be blest / With transports of thy laughter. Laugh / In my arms ecstatic glee, / And cheer my soul, and I shall quaff / Thy fragrant breath and smile at thee.
Dear heart of joy, let my last hour / Know all thy wondrous merry power -- / Rich in the graces of thy charms, / Laugh on through each entrancing kiss; / When I am locked in thy dear arms / Laugh me away to Death in bliss.