I How I fly when 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 wilt not bend thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy brow with mist I'll rise so that thy shall stay the same But will not then depart from heights For bargains may be and kept with pride When lovers from their just ne'er hide.
II My lover's are darker than the moon Or are they I cannot decide His tender makes other's out of tune And shows me how I them abide His movements are of more feline grace His hands are and pale as ivory And though I've rarely a stranger face More looks I should abhor to see For may be pleasanter in part But all my love a work of art.
III How is it I smile when I am sad? From what resource do I this strength? I've lost none but a I never had To it would I go to any length But distance is not measured in a So I could and say that I've been wronged And yet, as ever, be so far From him to whom I swore I belonged Alas, I blame as he were untrue I loved him but, fool, he never knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, why dost thou not love? Dost thou not see A plainly match? If thou art bright, Then why, when thou dost love, love'st not me Instead preferring someone far all you claim to most admire? I would Commit you as a if proved Thus mad you were my for your own good And yet I'm light of my own pain Because I love, yet love in vain.