I How shall I fly when be not mine Though all my skyward do attend? How tie my heartstrings safe to thine So thou to me, like sun to moon, Or if thou wilt not bend thy frame Wishing to keep thy brow with mist rise so that thy place shall stay the same But will not then from heights unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and with pride When lovers from just demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's are darker than the moon Or are they I cannot decide His voice makes other's out of tune And me how I cannot them abide His movements are of more than feline His hands are and pale 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 remains a work of art.
III How is it I smile when I am sad? From what resource do I this strength? I've none but a thing I never had To keep it would I go to any But is not measured in a heart So I could weep and say I've been wronged And yet, as ever, be so far From him to I swore that I belonged 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 thou not love? thou not see A perfect match? If thou art bright, Then why, thou dost love, love'st thou not me preferring someone far removed From all you claim to admire? I would Commit you as a if proved Thus mad you were my for your own good And yet I'm making of my own pain Because I love, yet love in vain.