I How shall I fly when be not mine Though all my wishes skyward do How tie my wounded safe to thine So to me, like sun to moon, descend? Or if thou not bend thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy brow o'ercrowned mist I'll rise so thy place shall stay the same But not then depart from heights unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and with pride When from their just demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's are darker than the moon Or are brighter? I cannot decide His tender voice other's out of tune And shows me how I cannot them His are of more than feline grace His hands are and pale as ivory And though I've seen 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 when I am sad? From resource 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 weep and say that been wronged And yet, as ever, be so far From him to whom I swore that I Alas, I blame as though he were I him but, poor fool, he never knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, Then why dost not love? Dost thou not see A plainly perfect match? If art bright, Then why, when thou love, love'st thou not me preferring someone far removed From all you to most admire? I would Commit you as a if proved 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.