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How all things are enamoured
Of this enamourer, rich with joy and health?
Observe that turtle dove,
How toying with his dulcet murmuring
He kisses his companion. Hear that nightingale,
Who goes from bough to bough,
Singing with his loud heart, I love! I love!
The adder, though thou know'st it not, forgets
Her poison, and goes eagerly to her love;
Headlong the tygers go;
The lion's great heart loves; and thou alone,
Wilder than all the wild,
Deniest the boy a lodging in thy breast.
But why speak I of tygers, snakes, and lions,
Who have their share of mind? The very trees
Are loving. See with what affection there,
And in how many a clinging turn and twine,
The vine holds fast its husband. Fir loves fir,
Of this enamourer, rich with joy and health?
Observe that turtle dove,
How toying with his dulcet murmuring
He kisses his companion. Hear that nightingale,
Who goes from bough to bough,
Singing with his loud heart, I love! I love!
The adder, though thou know'st it not, forgets
Her poison, and goes eagerly to her love;
Headlong the tygers go;
The lion's great heart loves; and thou alone,
Wilder than all the wild,
Deniest the boy a lodging in thy breast.
But why speak I of tygers, snakes, and lions,
Who have their share of mind? The very trees
Are loving. See with what affection there,
And in how many a clinging turn and twine,
The vine holds fast its husband. Fir loves fir,
