I.
You love all, you say,
        Round, beneath, above me:
Find me then some way
        Better than to love me,
Me, too, dearest May!

II.
O world-kissing eyes
        Which the blue heavens melt to;
I, sad, overwise,
        Loathe the sweet looks dealt to
All things—men and flies.

III.
You love all, you say:
        Therefore, Dear, abate me
Just your love, I pray!
        Shut your eyes and hate me—
Only me—fair May!