I How I fly when feathers be not mine Though all my skyward do attend? How tie my heartstrings safe to thine So thou to me, like sun to moon, Or if thou wilt not thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy brow o'ercrowned mist I'll rise so that thy place shall the same But will not then depart from heights For bargains may be and kept with pride When lovers from their demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's are darker than the moon Or are brighter? I cannot decide His voice makes other's out of tune And shows me how I them abide His movements are of than feline grace His hands are and pale as ivory And though I've rarely a stranger face More perfect looks I should to see For may be pleasanter in part But all my remains a work of art.
III How is it that I smile when I am what resource do I derive this strength? I've lost none but a thing I had To keep it would I go to any But distance is not measured in a So I could and say that I've been wronged And yet, as ever, be so far From him to I swore that I belonged Alas, I blame as though he untrue I loved him but, fool, he never knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, why dost thou not love? Dost thou not see A perfect match? If thou art bright, Then why, when thou dost love, love'st not me Instead preferring someone far From all you to most admire? I would Commit you as a lunatic if Thus mad you were my for your own good And yet I'm making light of my own I finally love, yet love in vain.