Take, O take those lips away
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again;
Seals of love, but sealed in vain
Hide, O hide those hills of snow
Which thy frozen bosom bears;
On whose tops the pinks that grow
Are of those that April bears
But first set my poor heart free
Bound in those icy charms by thee
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again;
Seals of love, but sealed in vain
Hide, O hide those hills of snow
Which thy frozen bosom bears;
On whose tops the pinks that grow
Are of those that April bears
But first set my poor heart free
Bound in those icy charms by thee
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