How long shall I in mine affliction mourn, A burden to myself, distress`d in mind? When shall my interdicted hopes return From out despair wherein they live confin`d? When shall her troubled brow charg`d with disdain Reveal the treasure which her smiles impart? When shall my faith the happiness attain To break the ice that hath congeal`d her heart? Unto herself, herself my love doth summon, If love in her hath any power to move, And let her tell me as she is a woman Whether my faith hath not deserv`d her love. I know she cannot but must needs confess it, Yet deigns not with one simple sign t`express it.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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