Phoebe

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Phoebe

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Phoebe sat Sweet she sat Sweet sat Phoebe when I saw her White her brow Coy her eye: Brow and eye how much you please me! Words I spent Sighs I sent; Sighs and words could never draw her Oh my love Thou art lost Since no sight could ever ease thee Phoebe sat By a fount; Sitting by a fount I spied her: Sweet her touch Rare her voice; Touch and voice what may distain you! As she sung I did sigh And by sighs whilst that I tried her Oh mine eyеs! You did lose Her first sight, whose want doth pain you Phoеbe's flocks White as wool Yet were Phoebe's locks more whiter Phoebe's eyes Dove-like mild Dove-like eyes both mild and cruel; Montan swears In your lamps He will die for to delight her Phoebe, yield Or I die: Shall true hearts be fancy's fuel?

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Credits

Writers
  • Charles Villiers Stanford
  • Thomas Lodge