I How I fly when feathers be not mine Though all my skyward do attend? 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 o'ercrowned with mist I'll rise so that thy place shall stay the But will not then depart from unkiss'd For bargains may be 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 voice makes 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 rarely seen a 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 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 measured in a So I could weep and say that I've been And yet, as ever, be so far From him to whom I 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 thou not love? thou not see A perfect match? If thou art bright, Then why, when dost love, love'st thou not me Instead preferring someone far From all you to most admire? I would Commit you as a if proved Thus mad you were my ward for own good And yet I'm making of my own pain I finally love, yet love in vain.