To A Much Too Unfortunate Lady

He will love you presently

If you be the way you be

Send your heart a-skittering

He will stoop, and lift the thing

Be your dreams as thread, to tease

Into patterns he shall please

Let him see your passion is

Ever tenderer than his

Go and bless your star above

Thus are you, and thus is Love



He will leave you white with woe

If you go the way you go

If your dreams were thread to weave

He will pluck them from his sleeve

If your heart had come to rest

He will flick it from his breast

Tender though the love he bore

You had loved a little more

Lady, go and curse your star

Thus Love is, and thus you are