Amid the stillness of the starry night.
VI.
Oh, give me pity of thy heart and mind,
Mine own sweet Lady, if I vex thee now.
If the repeating of my constant vow
Be undesired, have pity! I were blind,
And deaf and dumb, and mad, were I inclined
To curb my feelings when to thee I bow.
VII.
Forgive the challenge of my longing lips