Shadows (Howe)/Song
S it that I am poor in love?
Nay, dear, unless it be
My poverty, forsooth, I prove
By love for none but thee.
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S it that I am poor in love?Nay, dear, unless it be
My poverty, forsooth, I prove
By love for none but thee.
Is it through wealth of love that men
Can see the first fires die,
And give their hearts again, again?
Then thrice a pauper I!
Can see the first fires die,
And give their hearts again, again?
Then thrice a pauper I!
But since to thee I've given all
That, rich or poor, was mine,
I can abide whate'er befall
The gift, dear, now 'tis thine.
That, rich or poor, was mine,
I can abide whate'er befall
The gift, dear, now 'tis thine.