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• Artiste: Tystnaden
• Titre: Hamlet
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If the dull substance of my flesh were thought Injurious distance should not stop my way For then despite of space, I would be brought From limits far remote where thou dost stay Not so far, mine eye and heart are at a mortal war How to divide the conquest of your irresistible sight When you are here with your poetry. But ah! Thought kills me that I'm not thought To leap large lengths of miles when you are gone These are our sacrifices, roses have thorns and silver fountains mud But that, so much of earth and water wrought I must attend time's leisure with my moan Let me confess that we two... we must be twain! Rise with your stateliness, dream of us with open eye Like waves make towards the shore Our minutes hasten to their end Not so far, mine eye and heart are at a mortal war How to divide the conquest of your irresistible sight When you are here in your person. But ah! Thought kills me that I'm not thought To leap large lengths of miles when you are gone These are our sacrifices, roses have thorns and silver fountains mud But that, so much of earth and water wrought I must attend time's leisure with my moan These are our sacrifices... Mine are heavy tears, mine is the grief of having you So shall I compare you to a summer's day? No, You are more lovely and more temperate Within the distance my mind dives in yours Who will believe my verse in time to come If it were filled with your most high deserts, and with my love? So long as eyes can see So long live these lines, these give life to thee