Ah, dear heart, why do you rise?
O. Gibbons
Ah, dear heart, why do you rise?
The light that shines comes from your eyes,
The day breaks not, it is my heart,
To think that you and I must part.
O stay, or else my joys will die,
And perish in their infancy.
Thus march we playing to our latest rest,
Only we die in earnest, that's no jest.