I How shall I fly when be not mine Though all my skyward do attend? How tie my wounded heartstrings safe to So thou to me, like sun to moon, Or if wilt not bend thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy brow o'ercrowned with I'll rise so thy place shall stay the same But will not then depart from unkiss'd For bargains may be and kept with pride When lovers from their just demands hide.
II My eyes are darker than the moon Or are brighter? I cannot decide His tender makes other's out of tune And shows me how I cannot abide His movements are of than feline grace His hands are soft and pale as And though I've rarely a stranger face More perfect looks I 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 what resource do I this strength? I've lost none but a thing I had To it would I go to any length But distance is not in a heart So I could weep and say that been wronged And yet, as ever, be so far From him to I swore that I belonged 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 thou not love? Dost thou not see A perfect match? If thou art bright, why, when thou dost love, love'st thou not me Instead preferring someone far From all you to most admire? 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 I finally love, yet love in vain.