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2.19: "O happy dames, that may embrace"

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    O happy dames, that may embrace

    The fruit of your delight,

    Help to bewail the woeful case

    And eke the heavy plight

    Of me, that wonted to rejoice

    The fortune of my pleasant choice:

    Good ladies, help to fill my mourning voice.

    In ship, freight with rememberance

    Of thoughts and pleasures past,

    He sails, that hath in governance

    My life, while it will last;

    With scalding sighs, for lack of gale,

    Futhering his hope, that is his sail,

    Toward me, the sweet port of his avail.

    Alas, how oft in dreams I see

    Those eyes, that were my food,

    Which sometime so delighted me,

    That yet they do me good;

    Wherewith I wake with his return,

    Whose absent flame did make me burn:

    But when I find the lack, Lord how I mourn!

    When other lovers in arms across

    Rejoice their chief delight,

    Drowned in tears to mourn my loss

    I stand the bitter night

    In my window, where I may see

    Before the winds how the clouds flee.

    Lo, what a mariner love hath made me!

    And in green waves when the salt flood

    Doth rise by rage of wind,

    A thousand fancies in that mood

    Assail my restless mind.

    Alas, now drencheth my sweet foe,

    That with the spoil of my heart did go

    And left me; but, alas, why did he so?

    And when the seas wax calm again,

    To chese from me annoy,

    My doubtful hope doth cause my plain,

    So dread cuts off my joy.

    Thus is my wealth mingled with woe,

    And of each thought a doubt doth grow:

    Now he comes! Will he come? Alas, no, no!

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