I How shall I fly when be not mine Though all my wishes skyward do How tie my heartstrings safe to thine So thou to me, sun to moon, descend? Or if thou wilt not bend thy starry Wishing to keep thy brow o'ercrowned with I'll rise so that thy place shall stay the But will not depart from heights unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and with pride When lovers their just demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's are darker than the moon Or are they brighter? I decide His tender voice makes other's out of And shows me how I cannot abide His movements are of than feline grace His hands are soft and as ivory And though I've rarely seen a face More perfect I should abhor to see For others may be 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 none but a thing I never had To it would I go to any length 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 whom I swore that I Alas, I blame as though he untrue I him but, poor fool, he never knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, Then why dost not love? Dost thou not see A plainly perfect match? If art bright, why, when thou dost love, love'st thou not me Instead someone far removed From all you claim to most I would Commit you as a if proved Thus mad you my ward for your own good And yet I'm making light of my own I finally love, yet love in vain.