I How I fly when feathers be not mine all my wishes skyward do attend? How tie my wounded heartstrings safe to So thou to me, like sun to moon, Or if thou not bend thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy brow o'ercrowned mist I'll so that thy place shall stay the same But will not then depart from heights For bargains may be struck and kept with When lovers from their just ne'er hide.
II My lover's eyes are darker the moon Or are they brighter? I cannot His tender voice makes other's out of And shows me how I cannot abide His movements are of more feline grace His are soft and pale as ivory And I've rarely seen a stranger 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 I am sad? From what resource do I derive strength? I've lost none but a I never had To keep it I go to any length But distance is not in a heart So I could weep and say that been wronged And yet, as ever, be so far From him to whom I swore I belonged Alas, I as though he were untrue I him but, poor 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 perfect If thou art bright, Then why, when thou dost love, love'st not me Instead someone far removed From all you claim to most admire? I Commit you as a lunatic if 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.