My True Love Has My Heart

My true-love hath my heart and I have his,

By just exchange one for the other given;

I hold his dear and mine he cannot miss;

There never was a better bargain driven.

My true-love hath my heart and I have his,

His heart in me keeps him and me in one;

My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;

He loves my heart for once it was his own,

I cherish his because in me it bides.

My true-love hath my heart and I have his,

The Rose in the Deeps of his Heart

All things uncomely and broken,

all things worn-out and old,

The cry of a child by the roadway,

the creak of a lumbering cart,

The heavy steps of the ploughman,

splashing the wintry mould,

Are wronging your image that blossoms

a rose in the deeps of my heart.

The wrong of unshapely things

is a wrong too great to be told;

I hunger to build them anew

and sit on a green knoll apart,

With the earth and the sky and the water,

remade, like a casket of gold

For my dreams of your image that blossoms

a rose in the deeps of my heart.