For all my heart a strange consuming pain
Possess’d, in thought of what I hoped to gain
Fill’d with an exquisite fire, wherein did show
All things as dross, or gold of fairest vein:
As, since the gate of Love had oped for me,
I lived in hell or heavenly ecstasy.
But all things on this day had good import,
For even now I went to Love’s high court,
To greet my heart’s dear queen, where she did dwell
In this his holy city, where the streets