Song (”Nay but you, who do not love her”)

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Arthur Somervell - Pop

Song (”Nay but you, who do not love her”)

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Nay but you, who do not love her Is she not pure gold, my mistress? Holds earth aught -- speak truth -- above her? Aught like this tress, see, and this tress And this last fairest tress of all So fair, see, ere I let it fall? Because, you spend your lives in praising; To praise, you search the wide world over: Then why not witness, calmly gazing If earth holds aught -- speak truth -- above her? Above this tress, and this, I touch But cannot praise, I love so much!

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Writers
  • Arthur Somervell
  • Robert Browning