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Sweet, bide with me and let my love / Be an enduring tether; / Oh, wanton not from spot to spot, / But let us dwell together.
You've come each morn to sip the sweets / With which you found me dripping, / Yet never knew it was not dew / But tears that you were sipping.
You gambol over honey meads / Where siren bees are humming; / But mine the fate to watch and wait / For my beloved's coming.
The sunshine that delights you now / Shall fade to darkness gloomy; / You should not fear if, biding here, / You nestled closer to me.
So rest you, love, and be my love, / That my enraptured blooming / May fill your sight with tender light, / Your wings with sweet perfuming.
Or, if you will not bide with me / Upon this quiet heather, / Oh, give me wing, thou beauteous thing, / That we may soar together.