I How shall I fly feathers be not mine Though all my wishes skyward do How tie my wounded heartstrings to thine So thou to me, like sun to moon, Or if thou wilt not thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy brow with mist I'll rise so that thy place stay the same But will not then depart from unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and kept with When lovers from their demands ne'er hide.
II My eyes are darker than the moon Or are they brighter? I decide His voice makes other's out of tune And me how I cannot them abide His movements are of than feline grace His hands are soft and as ivory And though I've seen a stranger face More 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 smile when I am what resource do I derive this strength? I've lost none but a I never had To keep it I go to any length But is not measured in a heart 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, poor fool, he knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, Then why dost not love? Dost thou not see A plainly perfect If thou art bright, Then why, when thou dost love, thou not me Instead preferring far removed all you claim to most admire? I would Commit you as a lunatic if Thus mad you were my ward for your own And yet I'm making of my own pain Because I finally love, yet in vain.