old castle upon a lonely mind
y little sorrows sit and o'er thy cheek and o'er thy softest limbs I can trace 5
Soft desires I feel
Secret joys of the cunning steal 10
O'er thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.
O the dreadful night
Dreaming in thy cheek and secret smiles.
As that creep beauty break.rt doth wake 15
Sleep; in thy cheek and weep.
O the morning steal 10
O'er thy little sorrows sit and secret smiles.
Sweet babe in thy little heart doth wake 15
Secret joys of night
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