For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire Dividing my delight and my desire.

Forget that I remember And dream that I forget.

Change lays not her hand upon truth.

The beast faith lives on its own dung.

I dore not always touch her, lest the kiss Leave my lips charred. Yea, Lord, a little bliss, Brief, bitter bliss, one hath for a great sin; Nathless thou knowest how sweet a thing it is.

Marvellous mercies and infinite love.