1Dear love, for nothing less than thee
2Would I have broke this happy dream;
3It was a theme
4For reason, much too strong for fantasy,
5Therefore thou wak'dst me wisely; yet
6My dream thou brok'st not, but continuedst it.
7Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice
8To make dreams truths, and fables histories;
9Enter these arms, for since thou thought'st it best,
10Not to dream all my dream, let's do the rest.
11 As lightning, or a taper's light,
12Thine eyes, and not thy noise, wak'd me;
13Yet I thought thee
14(For thou lovest truth) an angel, at first sight;
15But when I saw thou sawest my heart,
16And knew'st my thoughts, beyond an angel's art,
17When thou knew'st what I dreamt, when thou knew'st when
18Excess of joy would wake me, and cam'st then,
19I must confess, it could not choose but be
20Profane, to think thee anything but thee.
21 Coming and staying show'd thee, thee,
22But rising makes me doubt, that now
23Thou art not thou.
24That love is weak, where fear's as strong as he;
25'Tis not all spirit, pure, and brave,
26If mixture it of fear, shame, honour have.
27Perchance, as torches which must ready be,
28Men light and put out, so thou deal'st with me;
29Thou cam'st to kindle, goest to come; then I
30Will dream that hope again, but else would die.
1Dear love, for nothing less than thee
2Would I have broke this happy dream;
3It was a theme
4For reason, much too strong for fantasy,
5Therefore thou wak'dst me wisely; yet
6My dream thou brok'st not, but continuedst it.
7Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice
8To make dreams truths, and fables histories;
9Enter these arms, for since thou thought'st it best,
10Not to dream all my dream, let's do the rest.
11 As lightning, or a taper's light,
12Thine eyes, and not thy noise, wak'd me;
13Yet I thought thee
14(For thou lovest truth) an angel, at first sight;
15But when I saw thou sawest my heart,
16And knew'st my thoughts, beyond an angel's art,
17When thou knew'st what I dreamt, when thou knew'st when
18Excess of joy would wake me, and cam'st then,
19I must confess, it could not choose but be
20Profane, to think thee anything but thee.
21 Coming and staying show'd thee, thee,
22But rising makes me doubt, that now
23Thou art not thou.
24That love is weak, where fear's as strong as he;
25'Tis not all spirit, pure, and brave,
26If mixture it of fear, shame, honour have.
27Perchance, as torches which must ready be,
28Men light and put out, so thou deal'st with me;
29Thou cam'st to kindle, goest to come; then I
30Will dream that hope again, but else would die.
Dear love, for nothing less than thee
Would I have broke this happy dream;
It was a theme
For reason, much too strong for fantasy,
Therefore thou wak'dst me wisely; yet
My dream thou brok'st not, but continuedst it.
Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice
To make dreams truths, and fables histories;
Enter these arms, for since thou thought'st it best,
Not to dream all my dream, let's do the rest.
As lightning, or a taper's light,
Thine eyes, and not thy noise, wak'd me;
Yet I thought thee
(For thou lovest truth) an angel, at first sight;
But when I saw thou sawest my heart,
And knew'st my thoughts, beyond an angel's art,
When thou knew'st what I dreamt, when thou knew'st when
Excess of joy would wake me, and cam'st then,
I must confess, it could not choose but be
Profane, to think thee anything but thee.
Coming and staying show'd thee, thee,
But rising makes me doubt, that now
Thou art not thou.
That love is weak, where fear's as strong as he;
'Tis not all spirit, pure, and brave,
If mixture it of fear, shame, honour have.
Perchance, as torches which must ready be,
Men light and put out, so thou deal'st with me;
Thou cam'st to kindle, goest to come; then I
Will dream that hope again, but else would die.
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