I How shall I fly when be not mine Though all my skyward do attend? How tie my wounded heartstrings to thine So to me, like sun to moon, descend? Or if wilt not bend thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy o'ercrowned with mist rise so that thy place shall stay the same But will not depart from heights unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and with pride When lovers from their demands ne'er hide.
II My eyes are darker than the moon Or are they brighter? I decide His tender voice makes other's out of And shows me how I them abide His movements are of more than grace His hands are soft and pale as And though I've rarely seen a stranger More perfect I should abhor to see For others may be in part But all my love remains a of art.
III How is it that I smile when I am From what do I derive this strength? I've lost none but a thing I had To keep it I go to any length But distance is not in a heart So I could weep and say that I've wronged And yet, as ever, be so far From him to whom I swore I belonged Alas, I blame as though he were I loved him but, poor fool, he knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, Then why dost thou not love? thou not see A plainly match? If thou art bright, Then why, when thou dost love, love'st not me Instead preferring far removed From all you to most admire? I would Commit you as a lunatic if Thus mad you my ward for your own good And yet I'm light of my own pain Because I finally love, yet in vain.