I How I fly when feathers be not mine all my wishes skyward do attend? How tie my wounded safe to thine So to me, like sun to moon, descend? Or if wilt not bend thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy o'ercrowned with mist I'll rise so that thy place shall stay the But not then depart from heights unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and kept pride When lovers their just demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's eyes are darker than the Or are they brighter? I decide His tender voice other's out of tune And me how I cannot them abide His movements are of more than feline His hands are soft and pale as And though I've rarely seen a face More perfect I should abhor to see For others may be in part But all my love a work 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 thing I had To it would I go to any length But distance is not in a heart So I weep and say that I've been wronged And yet, as ever, be so far From him to whom I swore that I Alas, I as though he were untrue I loved him but, poor fool, he knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, why dost thou not love? Dost thou not see A perfect match? If thou art bright, Then why, when dost love, love'st thou not me Instead someone far removed all you claim to most admire? I would Commit you as a if proved mad you were my ward for your own good And yet I'm making light of my own Because I finally love, yet in vain.