English poem
BALLAD. (If 'tis love to wish you near)
by Anonymous
If 'tis love to wish you near, To tremble when the wind I hear, Because at sea you floating rove, If of you to dream at night, To languish when you're out of sight, If this be loving—then I love.
If, when you're gone, to count each hour, To ask of every tender power That you may kind and faithful prove; If, void of falsehood and deceit, I feel a pleasure now we meet, If this be loving—then I love.
To wish your fortune to partake, Determin'd never to forsake, Though low in poverty we strove; If, so that me your wife you'll call, I offer you my little all; If this be loving—then I love.
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