Girl

Girl should I settle, Since faith Is dead, And truth away From you Is fled? Should I be led With happyness? Outside look, pretty mistress! I promised you luxurious, And you promised me, To be as true memories As I would sweet; But since I see Your Heavenly Heart, Farewell my part! Though for to take It Is not my kind, But to meditate, I am not blind, And as I find, So will I trust. Farewell, thinking! Can honey of roses, wither Wilt thou Girl guess Dawning Of my long Desirit Day Appeared the other half was Hid In Skylight pleasure unto This blessed Night and all That's best of dark and bright Stars how pure how Nature Their dwelling place even as A Bird, which In our Hands we Wring forth plungeth and oft Flutters with Her wing She Beauty I will lament and love.