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Welcome, welcome, do I sing,

By William Browne

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Welcome, welcome, do I sing,     Far more welcome than the spring;     He that parteth from you never     Shall enjoy a spring for ever.     Love, that to the voice is near     Breaking from your iv'ry pale,     Need not walk abroad to hear     The delightful nightingale.         Welcome, welcome, then I sing,         Far more welcome than the spring;         He that parteth from you never         Shall enjoy a spring for ever.     Love, that looks still on your eyes,     Though the winter have begun     To benumb our arteries,     Shall not want the summer's sun.         Welcome, welcome, then I sing, &c.     Love that still may see your cheeks,     Where all rareness still reposes,     Is a fool, if e'er he seeks     Other lilies, other roses.         Welcome, welcome, &c.     Love, to whom your soft lip yields,     And perceives your breath in kissing,     All the odours of the fields     Never, never shall be missing.         Welcome, welcome, &c.     Love, that question would anew     What fair Eden was of old,     Let him rightly study you,     And a brief of that behold.         Welcome, welcome, then I, &c.

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About William Browne

William Browne is a distinguished poet whose works have shaped the landscape of English literature. Their poetry explores the depths of human emotion, nature, love, and philosophical thought through powerful and evocative verse. Readers continue to find solace, inspiration, and beauty in their timeless words.

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