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SONNET by LUIS DE CAMOENS

First Line: LEAVE ME, ALL SWEET REFRAINS MY LIP HATH MADE
Last Line: WHO WILT, BY KILLING, FINALLY RELEASE.
Subject(s): GRIEF; DEATH;
LEAVE me, all sweet refrains my lip hath made;
Leave me, all instruments attuned for song;
Leave me, all fountains pleasant meads among;
Leave me, all charms of garden and of glade;
Leave me all melodies the pipe hath played;
Leave me, all rural feast and sportive throng;
Leave me, all flocks the reed beguiles along;
Leave me, all shepherds happy in the shade.

Sun, moon and stars, for me no longer glow;
Night would I have, to wail for vanished peace;
Let me from pole to pole no pleasure know;
Let all that I have loved and cherished cease;
But see that thou forsake me not, my Woe,
Who wilt, by killing, finally release.



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