Love, thou art absolute sole Lord Of life and death
Richard Crashaw
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And when life's sweet fable ends, Soul and body part like friends; No quarrels, murmurs, no delay; A kiss, a sigh, and so away.
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Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life; Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign, Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife, And so turns wine to water back again.
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Life that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes, say, Welcome, friend!
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Sydneian showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers Can crown old Winter's head with flowers.
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Prayer--Love's great artillery
Where'er she lie, Locked up from mortal eye, In shady leaves of destiny.
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