Robert C O Benjamin

Let Me Die And Dream Of Thee

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Sweetest lady, beautious, fair,
Thou alone my heart shall share,
Or if that can never be,
It shall be untrammeled free.


Sweetest lady, time may roll,
But it never can control
That true love, which is thine own,
Thine it is, and thine alone.


Sweetest lady, though we part,
You may take with you my heart,
For without thy presence nigh
It would, faint and weary, die.


Sweetest lady, ah, the bliss,
Could I but salute thy lips;
But since that can never be,
Let me die, and dream of thee.

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