With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold love out,And what love can do, that dares love attempt.Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
How came thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes, And, but thou love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.I would not for the world they saw thee here.
By love, that first did prompt me to inquire.He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I should adventure for such merchandise.
Lady, by yonder blessèd moon I vow,That tips with silver all these fruit tree tops
Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush be paint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.