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"Who is it
that this dark night
Underneath my window plaineth?"
`It is one who from thy sight
Being, ah! exiled,
disdaineth
Every other vulgar light.
'"Why,
alas! and are you he?
Be not yet those fancies
changed?"
`Dear, when you find change in me,
Though from me you be estranged,
Let my change to
ruin be.'
"Well, in absence this will die;
Leave to see, and leave to wonder."
`Absence sure
will help, If I
Can learn how myself to sunder
From what in my heart doth lie.'
"But time will
these thoughts remove:
Time doth work what no man
knoweth."
`Time doth as the subject prove,
With
time still the affection groweth
In the faithful
turtle dove.'
"What if you new beauties see?
Will not they stir new affection?"
`I will think they
pictures be,
Image-like of saint's perfection,
Poorly counterfeiting thee.'
"But your reason's
purest light
Bids you leave such minds to nourish."
`Dear, do reason no such spite, -
Never doth thy
beauty flourish
More than in my reason's sight.'
"But the wrongs love bears will make
Love at
length leave undertaking."
`No, the more fools do it
shake
In a ground of so firm making,
Deeper still
they drive the stake.'
"Peace! I think that some
give ear;
Come no more, lest I get anger."
`Bliss,
I will my bliss forbear,
Fearing, sweet, you to
endanger;
But my soul shall harbour there.'
Well, begone, begone, I say,
Lest that Argus' eyes
perceive you."
`O unjust Fortune's sway,
Which can
make me thus to leave you,
And from louts to run
away!'
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