I How I fly when feathers be not mine Though all my skyward do attend? How tie my wounded heartstrings to thine So to me, like sun to moon, descend? Or if wilt not bend thy starry frame Wishing to keep thy o'ercrowned with mist I'll rise so that thy place shall the same But will not then depart from unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and with pride lovers from their just demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's eyes are darker than the Or are they brighter? I cannot His tender voice makes other's out of And me how I cannot them abide His movements are of more than feline His hands are soft and as ivory And I've rarely seen a stranger face More perfect I should abhor 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 resource do I derive this strength? I've none but a thing I never had To it would I go to any length But is not measured in a heart So I weep and say that I've 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 him but, poor fool, he never knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, Then why dost thou not Dost thou not see A plainly match? If thou art bright, Then why, when dost love, love'st thou not me Instead someone far removed all you claim to most admire? I would Commit you as a if proved Thus mad you were my ward for your own And yet I'm light of my own pain I finally love, yet love in vain.