The moon hath ate my love for thee,
And keeps it from thy sun.
My heart hath been twice wiped clean
Before the days begun.
Cupid dreams with eyes sewn closed
But such gilded dreams he hath dream.
My devotion with such limit,
Do joyous times hence from stream.
In darkness I will be to comfort thee
As sure as my shattered soul.
And in the morn I shall venture out,
To pay pleasures toll.
