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Yet should the thoughts of me your humble swain
Were I as high as heaven above the plain,
Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies,
Whereso'er am, below, or else above you,
O stay and hear ! your true-love 's coming
That can sing both high and low; Trip no further, pretty sweeting, Journeys end in lovers' meeting
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'tis not hereafter ;
What's to come is still unsure :
CHEN icicles hang by the wall
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail ;
When all around the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw;
'HAT time of year thou may'st in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
Which by and by black night doth take away,
In me thou seest the glowing of such fire,
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more
strong, To love that well which thou must leave erelong.
THEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored, and sorrows end.
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Nativity once in the main of light
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,
And yet, to times in hope, my verse shall stand
FAREWELL ! thou art too dear for my possessing,
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing,
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
Nature herself her shape admires ;
Heigh ho, would she were mine !
Then muse not, Nymphs, though I bemoan
Heigh ho, fair Rosaline ;
EAUTY sat bathing by a spring
Where fairest shades did hide her ;
The cool streams ran beside her.
To see what was forbidden :
Hey nonny nonny O!
Into a slumber then I fell,
When fond imagination
Her feature or her fashion.
And sometimes fall a-weeping,