I How shall I fly when feathers be not Though all my skyward do attend? How tie my heartstrings safe to thine So thou to me, sun to moon, descend? Or if thou wilt not thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy brow o'ercrowned with I'll rise so that thy place shall the same But will not then depart heights unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and with pride When lovers from their just demands hide.
II My lover's eyes are darker the moon Or are they I cannot decide His tender voice other's out of tune And shows me how I cannot abide His are of more than feline grace His hands are and pale as ivory And though I've rarely seen a 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 I smile when I am sad? From what resource do I derive this I've lost none but a I never had To keep it would I go to any 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 swore I belonged Alas, I blame as though he were I him but, poor 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 match? If thou art bright, Then why, when thou dost love, thou not me Instead preferring far removed all you claim to most admire? I would 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.