Young lass, young lad,

What aileth thee?

...

Come hither, come near,

Let me have a query

.....

Perchance I may so then divine

what troubleth thee,

what torments thy mind

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Aaah, yes ... ooh no!

I see where the discomfort within ye dwell

It is your heart that is so impaled

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The blood of vigor has been a-flow

Thy spirit is pale,

has lost it’s glow

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The voice that beckon,

thus make thy passions move

Tis’ no longer heard,

thus thy soul’s not soothed

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O where,

O where

lies thy remedy?

...

Be gone despair

Cast afar yonder

all thy bane misery

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For listen now,

for listen well

Love’s fortune, I do foretell

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Twas lost is found,

twas fled is bound

No more sick of heart is thine

.....

A face unknown

has forwith been shown

To be lost love divined

updated by @americymru: 10/22/16 11:00:30PM