Thou Are More Lovely

Bestow thine own, heart to me!
And I shall give, thine own to thee
Thy heart in you may be precocious!
And as I know, thee are not atrocious
Twain and twice perplexed
Then mine, and thee be vexed!
Thou are more lovely, then the dawn.
Amid unrest, enchanted morn!
Less my heart be made askew
Like serpents, from the sea of blue
Thou are and I in you do, see
And with thy will, I do decree!

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