I How I fly when feathers be not mine Though all my wishes skyward do How tie my wounded heartstrings to thine So thou to me, like sun to moon, Or if thou wilt not thy starry frame Wishing to thy brow o'ercrowned with mist I'll rise so thy place shall stay the same But will not then depart from heights For bargains may be struck and with pride When from their just demands ne'er 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 them abide His movements are of more than feline His hands are soft and as ivory And though I've seen a stranger face perfect looks I should abhor to see For others may be in part But all my love remains a of art.
III How is it I smile when I am sad? From what do I derive this strength? lost none but a thing I never had To keep it I go to any length But is not measured in a heart So I could weep and say that I've wronged And yet, as ever, be so far him to whom 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 not love? Dost thou not see A plainly perfect If thou art bright, Then why, when thou love, love'st thou not me preferring someone far removed From all you to most admire? I would Commit you as a if proved mad you were my ward for your own good And yet I'm making light of my own Because I love, yet love in vain.