Thomas Shadwell

(1642 - 1692 / England)

Dear Pretty Youth - Poem by Thomas Shadwell

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Dear pretty youth, unveil your eyes,
How can you sleep when I am by?
Were I with you all night to be,
Methinks I could from sleep be free.
Alas, my dear, you're cold as stone:
You must no longer lie alone.
But be with me my dear, and I in each arm
Will hug you close and keep you warm.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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