My blessed lady, I pray entreat
That we quite soon again may meet
Could not tomorrow come today?
I wait, but please friend don’t
delay
Oh mistress might these lips of
mine
Be ere so pressed to kin of thine?
This little favor me entreat
That I may taste [but a little] of
thy sweet
–Conversation-
Good lady, send thy chambermaid
away
And stay a while with me I pray
That I might hear thy merry laugh
Might watch thee sing and see thee
dance
Grant but this humble first request
And seraphims shall see thee blest
For this poor heart cannot endure
Thy elusive light of love demure
Keep not thy counsel close at hand
But to me loose thy gated land
That we may drink of waters clear
In harmony, and truth most dear
I would not dream to overstep
The boundaries of separate sleep
But press thy cheek against mine
own
As a sweet sign of
things to come
jo