Peter Warlock — Take o take those lips away

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