Love those beams

Love those beams that breed,

All day long

Breed and feed this burning:

Love I quench with floods,

Floods of tears,

Nightly tears and mourning.

But alas, tears cool this fire in vain,

The more I quench, the more there doth remain.

I'll go to the woods,

And alone,

Make my moan, O cruel:

For I am deceiv'd

And bereav'd

Of my life, my jewel.

O but in the woods, though Love be blind,

He hath his spies, my secret haunts to find.

Love, then I must yield

To thy might,

Might and spite oppressed,

Since I see my wrongs,

Woe is me,

Cannot be redressed.

Come at last, be friendly, Love, to me,

And let me not endure this misery.