I Wonder If You Always Tell The Truth

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When Time doth in his sinful hours bring
This journey shared to its natural end -
In songs all lovers' hearts hath learned to sing,
So singeth I, and my protection send.
Where you lay to rest under Heaven's shade,
Heaven's own glory to your beauty pales.
Never in, nor from, these old eyes to fade,
Though this mortal realm in provision fails.
Will thy star shine ever in tender night,
As a diamond fresh from sediment mined;
Shall your face escape never from my sight,
And to another's love my heart be blind.
Wouldst that thou stand in death's infamous door,
For me, the joys of life be never more.