Mary Wroth
Sweetest love return again
Make not too long stay.
Killing mirth, and forcing pain
Sorrow leading way:
Let us not thus parted be
Love, and absence ne'er agree;
But since you must needs depart,
And me hapless leave,
In your journey take my heart
Which will not deceive
Yours it is, to you it flies
Joying in those loved eyes,
So in part, we shall not part
Though we absent be;
Time, nor place, nor greatest smart
Shall my bands make free
Tied I am, yet think it gain;
In such knots I feel no pain.
But can I live having lost
Chiefest part of me
Heart is fled, and sight is crossed
These my fortunes be
Yet dear heart go, soon return
As good there, as here to burn.