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Where Art Thou....Sicilian Sonnet Oh where art thou my dearest lover I pray Dost thy not love me like I do thee now Am I to have lost my true honour this day When I shareth my vanity alone with thou Why doth thou treat a poor maiden this way; To be shamed I wouldst for thee endow Alas my pure vanity hath now fled astray My forsaken chastity taketh a final bow; Harken 'twas a broken twig I didst hear Hidden 'neath the olde sweeping willow tree My trembling body now shaketh with fear Mayhaps 'tis my lover most precious be he; "Twas that thee my love, oh my dearest dear With all my person I trembleth for thee." |
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