If you a wrinkle on the sea have been

If you a wrinkle on the sea have been,

Ambitious, rise till it a wave hath been,

And marked that wave ascending high,

Dash down again, and in an instant die,

Give in to death, beginning to a new

Till wrapt within themselves we loose their view,

So in love's growth, a spark begets a flame,

And that, burnt out, returns to ash again.

These the degrees and ends of lovers' bliss,

From small to great, then nothing is.