Thomas Campion (Томас Кэмпион)

My Life’s Delight

Come, O come, my life’s delight,
Let me not in languor pine!
Love loves no delay; thy sight,
The more enjoyed, the more divine:
O come, and take from me
The pain of being deprived of thee!

Thou all sweetness dost enclose,
Like a little world of bliss.
Beauty guards thy looks: the rose
In them pure and eternal is.
Come, then, and make thy flight
As swift to me, as heavenly light.

1. Shall I Come, Sweet Love to Thee
2. Fire That Must Flame Is with Apt Fuel Fed
3. To Music Bent Is My Retired Mind
4. The Charm
5. Follow Your Saint

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