IF EVER I THAT FLEETING GRACE SHOULD FIND
If ever I that fleeting grace should find
Would I then totally myself give in...
For thy wretched beauty appears so kind
That my cherished pride to the grave I send.
For thou holdeth my life in thy hand
Though it be a part too broken to hold;
Surely, the texture there which sifts as sand
Is so forsaken and broken and cold!
If never I see the light on thy face
Which I loved and cherished as mine alone
I must fall instead to death's cold embrace
Than endure such fate, forever my own?
As thy love was to give, then was to take
Must I ever be thine as thine to forsake!
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