Thomas Campion - Shall I come, sweet love, to thee - текст песни (слова)

Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee
 When the evening beams are set?
 Shall I not excluded be,
 Will you find no feigned let?
 Let me not, for pity, more
 Tell the long hours at your door.
 Who can tell what thief or foe,
 In the covert of the night,
 For his prey will work my woe,
 Or through wicked foul despite?
 So may I die unredressed
 Ere my long love be possesed.
 But to let such dangers pass,
 Which a lover's thoughts disdain,
 'Tis enough in such a place
 To attend love's joys in vain:
 Do not mock me in thy bed,
 While these cold nights freeze me dead.