A Book of old English love songs . F to be absent were to beAway from thee;Or that when I am goneYou or I were alone;Then, my Lucasta, might I cravePity from blustering wind, or swallowing wave. But Ill not sigh one blast or galeTo swell my sail,Or pay a tear to suageThe foaming blue-gods rage;For whether he will let me passOr no, Im still as happy as I was. Though seas and land betwixt us both,Our faith and troth,[*S8] Wo JLucasta, going beponu t\)t g>ea* Like separated souls,All time and space controls:Above the highest sphere we meetUnseen, unknown, and greet as Angels greet. So then we
A Book of old English love songs . F to be absent were to beAway from thee;Or that when I am goneYou or I were alone;Then, my Lucasta, might I cravePity from blustering wind, or swallowing wave. But Ill not sigh one blast or galeTo swell my sail,Or pay a tear to suageThe foaming blue-gods rage;For whether he will let me passOr no, Im still as happy as I was. Though seas and land betwixt us both,Our faith and troth,[*S8] Wo JLucasta, going beponu t\)t g>ea* Like separated souls,All time and space controls:Above the highest sphere we meetUnseen, unknown, and greet as Angels greet. So then we do anticipateOur after-fateAnd are alive i the skies,If thus our lips and eyesCan speak like spirits unconfinedIn Heaven, their earthly bodies left behind. — Richard [>39] Co Hutam, on going to t^e Mat$ ELL me not. Sweet, I am unkindThat from the nunneryOf thy chaste breast and quiet mind,To war and arms I fly.
Size: 1649px × 1516px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1890, bookpublishernewyo, bookyear1897
