A Song of a Young Lady to Her Ancient Lover

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Bart Wolffe - Pop

A Song of a Young Lady to Her Ancient Lover

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Duration: 1:43

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Ancient person, for whom I All the flattering youth defy Long be it ere thou grow old Aching, shaking, crazy, cold; But still continue as thou art Ancient person of my heart On thy withered lips and dry Which like barren furrows lie Brooding kisses I will pour Shall thy youthful [heat] restore (Such kind showers in autumn fall And a second spring recall); Nor from thee will ever part Ancient person of my heart Thy nobler part, which but to name In our sex would be counted shame By age's frozen grasp possessed From [his] ice shall be relеased And soothed by my reviving hand In formеr warmth and vigor stand All a lover's wish can reach For thy joy my love shall teach And for they pleasure shall improve All that art can add to love Yet still I love thee without art Ancient person of my heart

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  • John Wilmot Earl of Rochester