Thomas Campion. Come, O come, my life's delight. (poem, song, air)

Come, O come, my lifes delight
by Thomas Campion

    Come, O come, my lifes delight,
Let me not in languor pine :
    Loue loues no delay ; thy sight,
The more enioy'd, the more diuine :
        O come, and take from mee
        The paine of being depriu'd of thee.

    Thou all sweetnesse dost enclose,
Like a little world of blisse :
    Beauty guards thy lookes : the Rose
In them pure and eternall is.
        Come, then, and make thy flight
        As swift to me as heau'nly light.

Source:
Campion, Thomas. Campion's Works. Percival Vivian, Ed.
Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1909. 171.

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