XXIIIThis heart that flutters near my heartMy hope and all my riches is,Unhappy when we draw apartAnd happy between kiss and kiss;My hope and all my riches—yes!—And all my happiness.For there, as in some mossy nestThe wrens will divers treasures keep,I laid those treasures I possessedEre that mine eyes had learned to weep.Shall we not be as wise as theyThough love live but a day?
This heart that flutters near my heartMy hope and all my riches is,Unhappy when we draw apartAnd happy between kiss and kiss;My hope and all my riches—yes!—And all my happiness.For there, as in some mossy nestThe wrens will divers treasures keep,I laid those treasures I possessedEre that mine eyes had learned to weep.Shall we not be as wise as theyThough love live but a day?