A Match
If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf,
Our lives would grow together
In sad or singing weather,
Blown fields or flowerful closes,
Green pleasure or grey grief;
If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf.
And love were like the tune,
With double sound and single
Delight our lips would mingle,
With kisses glad as birds are
That get sweet vain at noon;
If I were what the words are
And love were like the tune.
If you were life,my darling,
And I your love were death,
We'd shine and snow together
Ere march made sweet the weather
With daffodil and starling
And hours of fruitful breath;
If I were life,my darling,
And I your love were death.
If I were thrall to sorrow,
and I were page to joy,
We'd play for lives and seasons
With loving looks and treasons
And tears of night and morrow
And laughs of maid and boy;
If I were thrall to sorrow,
And I were page to joy.
If I were April's lady,
And I were lord in May,
We'd throw with leaves for hours
And draw for days with flowers,
Till day like night were shady
And night were bright like day;
And I were lord in May.
If I were queen of pleasure,
And I were king of pain,
We'd hunt down love together,
Pluck out his flying feather,
And teach his feet a measure,
And find his month a rein;
If you were queen of pleasure,
And I were king of pain.
