Weep, O mine eyes and cease not,
Out alas, these your spring tides methinks increase not.
O when begin you
to swell so high that I may drown me in you?
Weep, O Mine Eyes
John Wilbye
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Poem topics: spring, high, increase, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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