Of That So Sweet Imprisonment
Of that so sweet imprisonment My soul, dearest, is fain, Soft arms that woo me to relent And woo me to detain. Ah, could they ever hold me there Gladly were I a prisoner! Dearest, through interwoven arms By love made tremulous, That night allures me where alarms Nowise may trouble us; But sleep to dreamier sleep be wed Where soul with soul lies prisoned.
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"Of that so sweet imprisonment..."
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