When into the folds of heaven’s face I stare
And in that book to read the full attempt
I to learn how my love will fare desire
So anxious I so tremulous and such the green
And wondrous tempests that Cupid churns
Into the oceans of my unquiet breast:
That I start losing hope and my hearts falls:
With every moment like the sand that falls
Through the time-glass my fear proportionate grows
And how heaves my breast, my forehead burns
When jealousy hath caught me in its throes
That wish I that heaven fall on me or else
The earth its entrails open, devour me.
Love like an aspen leaf in the wind trembles me.
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