Wilt Thou Be Gone, Love?

William Shakespeare

Wilt thou be gone, wilt thou be gone, love, gone, love, from me? Stay! ’tis the Nightingale that sings in yonder tree. Deem not ’tis the Lark, love; day is not near; Believe me, ’tis the Nightingale whose song hath pierced thine ear. Wilt then be gone, wilt thou be gone, love, wilt thou be gone from me? I must be gone, love, I must be gone from thee. Stay! ’tis the Nightingale that sings in yonder tree. ’Tis not the Nightingale that sings in yonder tree. Love, ’tis the Nightingale, love, ’tis the Nightingale, love, ’tis the Nightingale that sings in yonder tree. ’Tis the Lark, ’tis the Lark, ’tis the Lark, ’tis the Lark, love, that sings in yonder tree. Wilt them be gone, wilt thou be gone, love, gone, love, from me gone, love, from me? I must be gone, I must be gone, love, gone, love, from thee gone, love, from thee. 2. It is the Lark, the herald of the morn, love; no Nightingale. See! the clouds are bright’ning, the stars are growing pale Day is on yon mountain top that veils the eastern sky I must be gone and live, love, or stay thee and die I must be Wilt thou be gone, love, wilt thou be gone from me? Gone, I must be gone, love, I must be gone from thee. Stay! ’tis the Nightingale that sings in yonder tree. ’tis not the Nightingale that sings in yonder tree. Love, ’tis the Nightingale, love, ’tis the Nightingale, love, ’tis the Nightingale that sings in yonder tree. ’Tis the Lark, ’tis the Lark, ’tis the Lark, ’tis the Lark, love, that sings in yonder tree. Wilt thou be gone, wilt thou be gone, love, wilt thou be gone, love, from me? I must be gone, I must be gone, love, I must be gone, love, from thee.