Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Symptoms of Love
Symptoms of Love.
Once did my thoughts both ebb and flow,
As passion did them move;
Once did I hope, straight fear again,—
And then I was in love.
As passion did them move;
Once did I hope, straight fear again,—
And then I was in love.
Once did I waking spend the night,
And told how many minutes move;
Once did I wishing waste the day,—
And then I was in love.
And told how many minutes move;
Once did I wishing waste the day,—
And then I was in love.
Once, by my carving true-love's knot,
The weeping trees did prove
That wounds and tears were both our lots,—
And then I was in love.
The weeping trees did prove
That wounds and tears were both our lots,—
And then I was in love.
Once did I breathe another's breath,
And in my mistress move;
Once was I not mine own at all,—
And then I was in love.
And in my mistress move;
Once was I not mine own at all,—
And then I was in love.
Once wore I bracelets made of hair,
And collars did approve;
Once were my clothes made out of wax,—
And then I was in love.
And collars did approve;
Once were my clothes made out of wax,—
And then I was in love.
Once did I sonnet to my saint,
My soul in numbers move;
Once did I tell a thousand lies,—
And then I was in love.
My soul in numbers move;
Once did I tell a thousand lies,—
And then I was in love.
Once in my breast did. dangling hang
A little turtle-dove;
Once, in a word, I was a fool,—
And then I was in love.
A little turtle-dove;
Once, in a word, I was a fool,—
And then I was in love.