Whereto should I express
My inward heaviness?
No mirth can make me fain,
'Till that we meet again.

Do way, dear heart, not so.
Let no thought you dismay.
Though you now part me from,
We shall meet when we may.

When I remember me
Of your most gentle mind,
It may in no wise agree
That I should be unkind.

The daisy delectable,
The violet waning and blue,
You are not variable --
I love you and no more.

I make you fast and sure;
It is to me great pain
Thus long to endure
'Till that we meet again.