William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Song: My silks and fine arrayWilliam Blake (17571827)
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My smiles and languish’d air,
By love are driv’n away;
And mournful lean Despair
Brings me yew to deck my grave:
Such end true lovers have.
When springing buds unfold;
O why to him was’t giv’n
Whose heart is wintry cold?
His breast is love’s all worship’d tomb,
Where all love’s pilgrims come.
Bring me a winding sheet;
When I my grave have made
Let winds and tempest beat:
Then down I’ll lie as cold as clay.
True love doth pass away!