Dearest, do not you delay me,
Since, thou knowest, I must be gone;
Wind and tide, 'tis thought, doth stay me,
But 'tis wind that must be blown
From that breath, whose native smell
Indian odours far excel.
Oh, then speak, thou fairest fair!
Kill not him that vows to serve thee;
But perfume this neighboring air,
Else dull silence, sure, will sterve me:
'Tis a word that's quickly spoken,
Which being restrained, a heart is broken.
Dearest, Do Not You Delay Me
John Fletcher
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Poem topics: breath, heart, silence, stay, smell, broken, speak, indian, thought, delay, native, wind, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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