It is May fair that brings your sun into my house,
my lord, pushing open the very dark of my middle heart.
Oh, take my love up by the crown and let me lay
words in your ear to dew weep your mornings. Oh,
when we are joined and properly jointed, like doors
we will swing upon our pretty little lovely ones,
our very sheep, our very cattle, our very swine
the only loyalists we need. And love! It fills us
up and makes us nurture our wills together.
My lord, I miss you near me. I miss your good tidings
and shy looks. Come back from fair field soon,
and be wary of any delay that may drag your moon.
