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Lest thee be gone, or lest thee be disarmed
Thy sweet airs usurp the unblemished heart
All rigor be lost in those who are charmed
Such is the anguish to which I’m a part
Tempt me in thy ways but never forsake
Should I drown in the winds off Jupiter?
Stir me in a swirl unable to shake
Lured in torment not to embitter
If winter chills come, if love comes undone
If trialed the years shadow thy mercy
Jupiter still rounds the pull of the Sun
And pride restores now even to curse thee
But deep in your tears, your sorrow filled fears
Our jilted orbits forever, endears
