Love is a fire that burns unseen,
a wound that aches yet isn't felt,
an always discontent contentment,
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Waters of gentle Tagus, calmly flowing
Through these green fields ye freshen as ye flow,
On flocks and herds, plants, flowers, all things that grow,
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Never did love his boldness hurtful find;
Fortune hath ever favours for the bold;
For cowardice, that shivers in the cold,
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When I behold you, Lady! when my eyes
Dwell on the deep enjoyment of your sight,
I give my spirit to that one delight,
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Flowers are fresh, and bushes green,
Cheerily the linnets sing;
Winds are soft, and skies serene;
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