For if I do not hear thy foot,

And we were lingering to and fro,

Ah, Sweet, be free to love and go!

And slow, slow as the winter snow

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Where none will track thee in this snow,

For if my face is turned too pale,

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And why, since these be changed enow,

Should I change less than thou.

It was thine oath that first did fail, --

Put paleness on for a disguise.

Five months ago the stream did flow,

Shouldst thou chanhttps://read.99csw.comge less than they.

And why, since these be changed since May,

It was thy love proved false and frail, --

The flowers have dried down to the root:

The frｒeａd.9９ｃsw.ｃｏmozen river is as mute,

Ah, Sweet, be free to praise and go!

Along the stream, beside the hedge.

Set blushing at thy praises so,

The lilies bloomed within the sedge,