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An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Song: ‘I prithee send me back my heart’

I PRITHEE send me back my heart,

Since I cannot have thine;

For if from thine thou wilt not part,

Why then shouldst thou have mine?

Yet now I think on’t, let it lie:

To find it were in vain,

For thou’st a thief in either eye

Would steal it back again.

Why should two hearts in one breast lie,

And yet not lodge together?

O love, where is thy sympathy,

If thus our breasts thou sever?

But love is such a mystery,

I cannot find it out;

For when I think I’m best resolved

I then am most in doubt.

Then farewell care, and farewell woe,

I will no longer pine;

For I’ll believe I have her heart,

As much as she hath mine.