BEtwixt mine eye and heart a league is took, And each doth good turns now unto the other, When that mine eye is famish'd for a look, Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother; With my love's picture then my eye doth feast, And to the painted banquet bids my heart: Another time mine eye is my heart's guest, And in his thoughts of love doth share a part.
So either by thy picture or my love, Thy self away, art present still with me, For thou no farther than my thoughts canst move, And I am still with them, and they with thee.
Or if they sleep, thy picture in my sight Awakes my heart, to heart's and eyes delight.
