Stay, Corydon, thou swain,
Talk not so soon of dying:
What though thy heart be slain,
What though thy love be flying?
She threatens thee, but dares not strike,
Thy nymph is light and shadow-like;
For if thou follow her, she'll fly from thee;
But if thou fly from her, she'll follow thee.
Stay, Corydon, Thou Swain
John Wilbye
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Poem topics: heart, light, shadow, stay, talk, love, I love you, follow, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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