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LOVE’S my master: till his tether

Bring my Love and me together

Like a reed in windy weather

Swayed about, I cannot rest.

Here to-day and there to-morrow,

Bearing still a load of sorrow,

Tell me, friends, whence can I borrow

Peace and calm? I cannot rest.

From my eyes the tears are raining,

From my heart the blood is draining,

All my feeble life is waning

To its close. I cannot rest.