I How I fly when feathers be not mine Though all my wishes do attend? How tie my wounded safe to thine So thou to me, like sun to moon, Or if wilt not bend thy starry frame Wishing to thy brow o'ercrowned with mist rise so that thy place shall stay the same But will not depart from heights unkiss'd For bargains may be struck and with pride When lovers from just demands ne'er hide.
II My lover's are darker than the moon Or are brighter? I cannot decide His voice makes other's out of tune And shows me how I cannot abide His are of more than feline grace His hands are soft and pale as And though rarely seen a stranger face perfect looks I should abhor to see For may be pleasanter in part 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 but a thing I never had To keep it would I go to any But distance is not in a heart So I could weep and say that I've been And yet, as ever, be so far him to whom I swore that I belonged Alas, I as though he were untrue I loved him but, fool, he never knew.
IV If all you I am, as I am quite, Then why dost thou not love? Dost not see A plainly match? If thou art bright, Then why, thou dost love, love'st thou not me Instead someone far removed From all you claim to most admire? I Commit you as a lunatic if Thus mad you were my for your own good And yet I'm making light of my own Because I finally love, yet in vain.