I How I fly when feathers be not mine Though all my wishes skyward do How tie my wounded safe to thine So thou to me, sun to moon, descend? Or if wilt not bend thy starry frame Wishing to thy brow o'ercrowned with mist rise so that thy place shall stay the same But will not then depart heights unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and kept with When lovers from their demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's eyes are than the moon Or are they brighter? I cannot His voice 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 remains a of art.
III How is it that I when I am sad? From what do I derive this strength? I've lost but a thing I never had To it would I go to any length But distance is not measured in a So I could weep and say that I've been And yet, as ever, be so far From him to whom I swore that I Alas, I blame as though he were 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 match? If thou art bright, Then why, when thou dost love, thou not me Instead someone far removed From all you claim to most admire? I Commit you as a if proved Thus mad you were my ward for own good And yet I'm making of my own pain Because I love, yet love in vain.