I wished Your heart was grown to shoot an arrow to me down, You made waste of all I have The worst everfall I serve
I only think that you forgot me I hope You see what You did to me Such a harm a wind will do at sea I leave You now with better company
Go, tenderness of years no sighing sign she hears Fall whatever falls sweet flowery welkin' call Fall whatever falls sweet flowery welkin' call See I keep the day, cure overnights so grey
There are many keys, but wherefore should I go? No sign of hearts, but Your breathing now I'll leave to hang myself, pity on my loss Meadows never crossed, winter now at hand!
\"I am honey-mouthed, but I don't talk You smell my feelings as You walk\"
You have the choice to have me blessed or cursed Soft Your bright voice Scorn running time and make it worse