Witness this primrose bank whereon i lie

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‘Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie:

These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me;

Two strengthless doves will draw me through the sky

From morn till night, even where I list to sport me.

Is love so light, sweet boy, and may it be

That thou should think it heavy unto thee?