168. This Heart That Flutters Near My Heart

THIS heart that flutters near my heart

MY hope and all my riches is,

Unhappy when we draw apart

And happy between kiss and kiss;

My hope and all my riches—yes!—

And all my happiness.

For there, as in some mossy nest

The wrens will divers treasures keep,

I laid those treasures I possessed

Ere that mine eyes had learned to weep.

Shall we not be as wise as they

Though love live but a day?