Tixall Poetry/Concealed Love ("Deare love…")

by unknown author

 

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Concealed Love.

 

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Deare love, although our eyes must not discourse
 Without suspect, yet shall our harts converse,
And, like to rivers hindred of there cours,
 Run to the ocean of our ioyes more fierce;
Where, free from iealousie, and fortune's spite,
Weele loose our selves in seas of vast delight.

Then we will tell of stormes and former toyles,
 Like welcom'd seamen on the wished shore;
Erect our trophees, offer up our spoiles,
 Unto the sea-borne goddesse we adore:
Whilst in our eyes and harts her armed boy
Shall greet us with a thousand fires of ioy.