My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his because in me it bides:
My true love hath my heart, and I have his.
Sir Philip Sidney.
SONG FROM “TWELFTH NIGHT”
O MISTRESS mine! where are you roaming?
O! stay and hear; your true love’s coming,
That can sing both high and low: