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IF Love and I were all alone / I might forget to grieve, / And for his pleasure and my own / Might happier garlands weave; / But you sit there, and watch us wear / The mourning wreaths you wove: / And while such mocking eyes you bear / I am not friends with Love.
Withdraw those cruel eyes, and let / Me search the garden through / That I may weave, ere Love be set, / The wreath of Love for you; / Till you, whom Love so well adorns, / Its hidden thorns discover, / And know at last what crown of thorns / It was you gave your lover.