Awake sweet love, thou art returned,
My heart which long in absence mourned,
Lives now, in perfect joy.
Let love which never absent dies,
Now live forever in her eyes,
Whence came my first annoy.
Only herself, hath seemed fair,
She only I could love,
She only brought me to despair,
When she unkind did prove.
Despair did make me wish to die,
That I my joys, might end.
She only, which did make me fly,
My state may now amend.