I How shall I fly when be not mine all my wishes skyward do attend? How tie my wounded heartstrings safe to So thou to me, like sun to moon, Or if thou wilt not bend thy frame Wishing to keep thy brow with mist I'll rise so that thy place shall stay the But will not then depart from unkiss'd For may be struck and kept with pride When lovers from just demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's eyes are than the moon Or are brighter? I cannot decide His tender voice makes out of tune And shows me how I them abide His movements are of more feline grace His hands are and pale as ivory And though I've rarely a stranger face perfect looks I should abhor to see For may be pleasanter in part But all my love remains a of art.
III How is it that I when I am sad? what resource do I derive this strength? I've lost but a thing I never had To keep it would I go to any But distance is not measured in a So I could weep and say 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 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, thou not me Instead preferring someone far From all you to most admire? I would you as a lunatic if proved Thus mad you were my ward for own good And yet I'm making light of my own Because I love, yet love in vain.