Take,o take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes,the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again;
Seals of love,but seal'd in vain,sealed in vain.
Hide, o hide those
hills of snow
that thy frozen bosom wears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow
are yet of those that April wears;
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in those icy chains by thee.