I How shall I fly when be not mine Though all my wishes do attend? How tie my wounded heartstrings to thine So thou to me, like sun to moon, Or if thou not bend thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy brow with mist I'll rise so that thy place shall stay the But will not then depart from unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and with pride When from their just demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's are darker than the moon Or are they I cannot decide His tender voice makes other's out of And me how I cannot them abide His movements are of more feline grace His hands are soft and pale as And though rarely seen a stranger face More perfect looks I should 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 From what resource do I this strength? lost none but a thing I never had To keep it I go to any length But distance is not in a heart So I could and say that I've been wronged And yet, as ever, be so far From him to whom I that I belonged Alas, I blame as though he were I loved him but, fool, he never knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, Then why dost thou not love? thou not see A plainly perfect match? If art bright, Then why, when dost love, love'st thou not me Instead preferring someone far From all you claim to most I would you as a lunatic if proved Thus mad you were my for your own good And yet I'm making of my own pain Because I love, yet love in vain.