I How shall I fly feathers be not mine all my wishes skyward do attend? How tie my wounded heartstrings to thine So thou to me, like sun to moon, Or if thou not bend thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy o'ercrowned with mist I'll rise so that thy place shall stay the But will not then depart from heights For may be struck and kept with pride When lovers from their just demands hide.
II My lover's eyes are darker than the Or are they brighter? I decide His tender voice other's out of tune And me how I cannot them abide His movements are of more than feline His are soft and pale as ivory And though I've rarely a stranger face More looks 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 resource do I derive this lost none but a thing I never 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 been 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, fool, he never knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, Then why dost not love? Dost thou not see A perfect match? If thou art bright, Then why, when thou dost love, thou not me preferring someone far removed From all you claim to most 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 Because I finally love, yet in vain.