[I would in that sweet bosom be]

I would in that sweet bosom be
  (O sweet it is and fair it is!)
Where no rude wind might visit me.
  Because of sad austerities
I would in that sweet bosom be.

I would be ever in that heart
  (O soft I knock and soft entreat her!)
Where only peace might be my part.
  Austerities were all the sweeter
So I were ever in that heart.

Published in Chamber Music

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