XLIV
Reading edition
WHEN clouds disperse, and sunshine fills the sky, Then doth my heart think fittingly of thee; And I imagine that thou think’st of me, As one who loveth for eternity. Fair one, could this but be a certainty, No longer would I crave in vain to see The face of Heaven after death, but be Forever on this earth while thou wert by. Ah! but such dreams of happiness disperse, Like visionary clouds upon the air That warms with sunlight o’er some summer’s day, And chills again, as doth my passing verse, Whenever thou refusest Love’s sweet lair, To which thou know’st so well the only way!