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Come Away

Martins Iyoboyi

Come away, sweet Rose
From among the wild;
There times’ ills and woes
Sting a lover’s eye.

Let us play our songs
Among the quiet fields
In the new-born sun
Afresh from the east.

Moan no more the hour
Soured by politics
When resentments soar
To fast fading dreams.

Nor think of what wound
Sick minds on us breed
That lay waste our boom
And noblest wishes.

But in poetry move
Thy sweet soul to sing
Where no ills abuse
Nor mutinies sting.

Come away, my Rose
Leave the hoary wild
Let us act and mock
Men uncivilized.

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