I How shall I fly when feathers be not all my wishes skyward do attend? How tie my wounded heartstrings to thine So to me, like sun to moon, descend? Or if thou wilt not bend thy starry Wishing to keep thy brow with mist I'll rise so that thy place stay the same But will not depart from heights unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and kept with When lovers their just demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's eyes are than the moon Or are brighter? I cannot decide 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 I've rarely a stranger face perfect looks I should abhor to see For may be pleasanter in part But all my remains a work of art.
III How is it that I when I am sad? From what do I derive this strength? I've lost none but a thing I had To keep it would I go to any But distance is not measured in a So I could weep and say I've been wronged And yet, as ever, be so far him to whom I swore 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 thou not love? Dost thou not see A plainly perfect 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 for your own good And yet I'm making of my own pain Because I love, yet love in vain.