Who is it that this dark night
Under my window plaineth?
It is one that from thy sight
Being, ah, exil'd, disdaineth
Ev'ry other vulgar light
Why, alas, and are you he?
Be not those fond fancies changed?
Dear, when you find change in me
Though from me you be estranged
Let my change to ruin be
Well, in absence this will die;
Leave to see, and leave to wonder
Absence sure will help, if I
Can learn now myself to sunder
From what in my heart doth lie
But timе will these thoughts removе;
Time doth work what no man knoweth
Time doth as the subject prove;
With time still th'affection groweth
In the faithful turtledove
What if you new beauties see?
Will not they stir new affection?
I will think they pictures be
Image like of Saint's perfection
Poorly counterfeiting thee
Under my window plaineth?
It is one that from thy sight
Being, ah, exil'd, disdaineth
Ev'ry other vulgar light
Why, alas, and are you he?
Be not those fond fancies changed?
Dear, when you find change in me
Though from me you be estranged
Let my change to ruin be
Well, in absence this will die;
Leave to see, and leave to wonder
Absence sure will help, if I
Can learn now myself to sunder
From what in my heart doth lie
But timе will these thoughts removе;
Time doth work what no man knoweth
Time doth as the subject prove;
With time still th'affection groweth
In the faithful turtledove
What if you new beauties see?
Will not they stir new affection?
I will think they pictures be
Image like of Saint's perfection
Poorly counterfeiting thee
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