I How shall I fly when feathers be not Though all my wishes do attend? How tie my wounded heartstrings to thine So to me, like sun to moon, descend? Or if thou not bend thy starry frame Wishing to thy brow o'ercrowned with mist I'll rise so that thy place stay the same But will not then from heights unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and kept with When from their just demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's eyes are darker than the Or are they brighter? I cannot His tender voice other's out of tune And me how I cannot them abide His movements are of more than feline His hands are soft and pale as And I've rarely seen a stranger face More perfect looks I should to see For others may be pleasanter in But all my love a work of art.
III How is it I smile when I am sad? From what do I derive this strength? lost none but a thing I never 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 he were untrue I loved him but, fool, he never knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, Then why dost thou not Dost thou not see A perfect match? If thou art bright, Then why, when thou dost love, love'st not me Instead someone far removed From all you claim to most admire? I Commit you as a if proved Thus mad you were my ward for your own And yet I'm making of my own pain Because I love, yet love in vain.