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THE LOVER'S SONG by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL

First Line: LEND ME THY FILLET, LOVE
Last Line: SHE MUST BE BLIND LIKE THEE.

LEND me thy fillet, Love!
I would no longer see:
Cover mine eyelids close awhile,
And make me blind like thee.

Then might I pass her sunny face,
And know not it was fair;
Then might I hear her voice, nor guess
Her starry eyes were there.

Ah! Banished so from stars and sun --
Why need it be my fate?
If only she might dream me good
And wise, and be my mate!

Lend her thy fillet, Love!
Let her no longer see:
If there is hope for me at all,
She must be blind like thee.



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