Nor call my senses back, by love o’erborne.
O tell me if and when, then, it shall be
That I shall find thee e’er
Whereas I kissed those eyes that did me slay.
O dear my good, my soul, ah, tell it me,
When thou wilt come back there,
And saying “Quickly,” comfort my dismay
Somedele. Short be the stay
until thou come, and long mayst thou remain!
I’m so love-struck, I reck not of men’s scorn.