Madrigal
Dear, when I did from you remove,
I left my joy, but not my love:
That never can depart.
It neither higher can ascend,
Nor lower bend ;
Fixed in the center of my heart,
As in his place,
And lodgèd so, how can it change,
Or you grow strange?
Those are earth’s properties and base.
Each where, as the bodies divine,
Heaven’s lights and you to me will shine.
