Once again I say, ’twas not
I that came—’twas thy love brought me.
In my heart thy love hath got
And its dwelling-place hath wrought me.
When the falcon hunger feels
Then he finds the game and takes it;
When love thirsts, the lover steals
Kisses from his love and slakes it.
But thou hold’st me with thy charms;
When I kiss thee thou dost bind me: