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 I Will Not Let Thee Go by Robert Seymour Bridges 
						I will not let thee go.Ends all our month-long love in this?
 Can it be summed up so,
 Quit in a single kiss?
 I will not let thee go.
 
 I will not let thee go.
 If thy words' breath could scare thy deeds,
 As the soft south can blow
 And toss the feathered seeds,
 Then might I let thee go.
 
 I will not let thee go.
 Had not the great sun seen, I might;
 Or were he reckoned slow
 To bring the false to light,
 Then might I let thee go.
 
 I will not let thee go.
 The stars that crowd the summer skies
 Have watched us so below
 With all their million eyes,
 I dare not let thee go.
 
 I will not let thee go.
 Have we chid the changeful moon,
 Now rising late, and now
 Because she set too soon,
 And shall I let thee go?
 
 I will not let thee go.
 Have not the young flowers been content,
 Plucked ere their buds could blow,
 To seal our sacrament?
 I cannot let thee go.
 
 I will not let thee go.
 I hold thee by too many bands:
 Thou sayest farewell, and lo!
 I have thee by the hands,
 And will not let thee go.
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