My Life's Delight

by Thomas Campion [1567-1620]

    Come, O come, my lifes delight,
Let me not in languor pine:
    Love loves no delay; thy sight,
The more enjoy'd, the more divine:
        O come, and take from mee
        The paine of being depriv'd of thee.

    Thou all sweetnesse dost enclose,
Like a little world of blisse:
    Beauty guards thy lookes: the Rose
In them pure and eternall is.
        Come, then, and make thy flight
        As swift to me as heav'nly light.