Love, thou are absolute sole lord …
Richard Crashaw
The world’s light shines, shine as it will, …
Let it no longer be a forlorn hope …
See here an easy feast that knows no wound, …
Could not once blinding me, cruel, suffice? …
Thou water turn’st to wine, fair friend of life, …
CHORUS …
Know you fair, on what you look; …
Come and let us live my Deare, …
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What bright soft thing is this? …
Go, smiling souls, your new-built cages break, …
Two went to pray? O rather say …
To see both blended in one flood, …
Who e’er she be …