Awake, sweet Love! thou art return'd: My heart, which long in absence mourn'd, Lives now in perfect joy, Only herself hath seemed fair, She only I could love; She only drove me to despair When she unkind did prove.
Awake, sweet Love! thou art return'd: My heart, which long in absence mourn'd, Lives now in perfect joy, Only herself hath seemed fair, She only I could love; She only drove me to despair When she unkind did prove.