Quiet! What light comes through the light space?
It it the over there, and the lady is the sun,
Come up sun and kill the white night sky ball that wants your stuff,
Who is already sick and very white because it is not happy,
That you, her girl that does for her, look better than she does,
Don't be her girl that does for her as she wants your stuff,
Her job clothes are sick and green
Only stupid people wear it. Take it off
It is my lady, Oh, it is my love!
Oh that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing; what of that?
Her eye speaks, I will answer it.
I am too not scared of things. It is not to me she speaks.
Two of the best stars in all the sky,
Having some business, do use her eyes
To on and off light in their balls until they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The big light of her cheek would bad wrong those stars,
As sun does a not sun. Her eyes in high up sky
Would go through the bit with air in it so bright
That warm fly things would make nice noise and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand
Oh that I were a many finger cover upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!