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Thy bosom is endeard with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposd dead,
And there reigns love and all love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought burid.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give;
That due of many now is thine alone.
Their images I loved I view in thee,
And thou (all they) hast all the all of me.




In your chest I hear your heart,
What I thought were hidden in the graves.
The beautiful features of your face
There is a glare of faces, once sweet heart.
I'm working on a lot of them shed tears,
Bowing prostrate at the stone coffin.
But apparently, the rock at the time they took -
And now we meet again.
You found his last shelter
I close and memorable person
And all of you with a bow give
My love wasted particles.
All dear in you I find
And all of you - all of them - belong!