I How shall I fly when 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 thou wilt not bend thy frame Wishing to keep thy o'ercrowned with mist I'll rise so that thy place stay the same But will not then from heights unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and with pride When lovers from their demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's eyes are darker than the Or are they brighter? I decide His tender makes other's out of tune And me how I cannot them abide His movements are of more feline grace His hands are and pale as ivory And though rarely seen a stranger face More looks I should abhor to see For others may be pleasanter in But all my love a work of art.
III How is it I smile when I am sad? From resource do I derive this 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 that I've wronged And yet, as ever, be so far From him to whom I that I belonged Alas, I blame as he were untrue I loved him but, poor fool, he knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, Then why dost thou not love? thou not see A plainly perfect If thou art bright, Then why, thou dost love, love'st thou not me Instead preferring someone far 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 of my own pain I finally love, yet love in vain.