For passion's rite,
Beyond my might,
Be held against pounding tears
Spilled o'er my fears.
Be not mine,
I pray those tears lie,
For my rivers
Do not flow
As freely as these do flow.
Pray these pledges to the sea
Carry them away from me
These falling fears and sorrows,
Which any love of mine borrows,
Must be cast away into the breaking water.
For must this sorrow break,
And my love it will take.
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