Leaving me no power to hold him.

Of love I have naught

Save troubles and sad thought,

And nothing is grievous

as I desirous,

Wanting only what

No man can get or has got.

With the noblest that stands in men’s sight,

If all the world be in despite

I care not a glove.

Where my love is, there is a glitter of sun;

God give me life, and let my course run

’Till I have her I love

To lie with and prove.

I do not live, nor cure me,

Nor feel my ache—great as it is,

For love will give

me no respite,

Nor do I know when I turn left or right

nor when I go out.

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