| My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay, more, | |
| My joy, my magazine of earthly store, | |
| If two be one, as surely thou and I, | |
| How stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lie? | |
| So many steps, head from the heart to sever, | 5 |
| If but a neck, soon should we be together. | |
| 1, like the Earth this season, mourn in black, | |
| My Sun is gone so far in's zodiac, | |
| Whom whilst I 'joyed, nor storms, nor frost I felt, | |
| His warmth such frigid colds did cause to melt. | 10 |
| My chilled limbs now numbed lie forlorn,- | |
| Return, return, sweet Sol, from Capricorn; | |
| In this dead time, alas, what can I more | |
| Than view those fruits which through thy heat I bore? | |
| Which sweet contentment yield me for a space, | 15 |
| True living pictures of their father's face. | |
| O strange effect! now thou art southward gone, | |
| I weary grow the tedious day so long; | |
| But when thou northward to me shalt return, | |
| I wish my Sun may never set, but burn | 20 |
| Within the Cancer of my glowing breast, | |
| The welcome house of him my dearest guest. | |
| Where ever, ever stay, and go not thence, | |
| Till nature's sad decree shall call thee hence; | |
| Flesh of thy flesh, bone of thy bone, | 25 |
| I here, thou there, yet both but one. | |
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