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We cover thee, sweet face.
Not that we tire of thee, / But that thyself fatigue of us; / Remember, as thou flee, / We follow thee until / Thou notice us no more, / And then, reluctant, turn away / To con thee o'er and o'er, / And blame the scanty love / We were content to show, / Augmented, sweet, a hundred fold / If thou would'st take it now.