In Mine Own Monument I Lye [song]

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Title:     In Mine Own Monument I Lye [song]
Author: Richard Lovelace [More Titles by Lovelace]

I.
In mine one monument I lye,
And in my self am buried;
Sure, the quick lightning of her eye
Melted my soul ith' scabberd dead;
And now like some pale ghost I walk,
And with another's spirit talk.

II.
Nor can her beams a heat convey,
That may my frozen bosome warm,
Unless her smiles have pow'r, as they,
That a cross charm can countercharm.
But this is such a pleasing pain,
I'm loth to be alive again.

[The end]
Richard Lovelace's poem: In Mine Own Monument I Lye [song]

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