John Wilbye

(7 March 1574 - September 1638 / Brome, Suffolk)

I Fall, I Fall - Poem by John Wilbye

I fall, I fall, O stay me,
Dear love, with joys you slay me,
Of life your lips deprive me,
Sweet, let your lips revive me,
O whither are you hasting,
And leave my life thus wasting?
My health on you relying,
‘Twere sin to leave me dying.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012



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