I How I fly when feathers be not mine all my wishes skyward do attend? How tie my wounded heartstrings safe to So thou to me, sun to moon, descend? Or if thou wilt not bend thy frame Wishing to thy brow o'ercrowned with mist rise so that thy place shall stay the same But will not then depart from heights For bargains may be struck and kept pride When lovers from their just ne'er hide.
II My lover's eyes are than the moon Or are they brighter? I cannot His tender makes other's out of tune And shows me how I them abide His movements are of more than grace His hands are and pale as ivory And though I've rarely a stranger face perfect 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 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 and say that I've been wronged And yet, as ever, be so far From him to whom I that I belonged Alas, I blame as though he untrue I loved him but, poor fool, he knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, Then why dost thou not love? Dost not see A plainly perfect match? If art bright, Then why, when thou dost love, love'st not me Instead someone 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 making of my own pain Because I finally love, yet in vain.