He.

1201.

From thought of her unfailing gladness springs,

Sweeter than palm-tree [sap] the joy love brings.

1202.

How great is love! Behold its sweetness past belief!

Think on the lover, and the spirit knows no grief.

She.

1203.

A fit of sneezing threatened, but it passed away:

He seemed to think of me, but do his fancies stray?

1204.

Have I a place within his heart?

From mine, alas! he never doth depart.

1205.

Me from his heart he jealously excludes:

Hath he no shame who ceaseless on my heart intrudes?

1206.

How live I yet? I live to ponder o'er

The days of bliss with him that are no more.

1207.

If I remembered not, what were I then? And yet,

The fiery smart of what my spirit knows not to forget!

1208.

My frequent thought no wrath excites. Is it not so?

This honour doth my love on me bestow.

1209.

Dear life departs, when his ungracious deeds I ponder o'er,

Who said erewhile, 'We're one for evermore.'

1210.

Set not, so may'st thou prosper, moon! that eyes may see

My love who went away, but ever bides with me.