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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed.  The Book of Georgian Verse.  1909.
 
Song: ‘My silks and fine array’
By William Blake (1757–1827)
 
MY silks and fine array,
My smiles and languish’d air,
By love are driv’n away;
And mournful lean Despair
Brings me yew to deck my grave:        5
Such end true lovers have.
 
His face is fair as heav’n
When springing buds unfold;
O why to him was’t giv’n
Whose heart is wintry cold?        10
His breast is love’s all worship’d tomb,
Where all love’s pilgrims come.
 
Bring me an axe and spade,
Bring me a winding sheet;
When I my grave have made        15
Let winds and tempest beat:
Then down I’ll lie as cold as clay.
True love doth pass away!
 
 
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