What Care I?

 

 

What care I to mend the miles

Between me lie and my love’s smiles?

Are smiles not fading passions brief

That so soon make of time a thief?

 

And what care I to bridge the sea

That keeps her heart from touching me?

Are hearts not each a beating thing

A fleeting happiness does bring?

 

So what is time or tide to me

Whilst I embrace her memory?

 

And what care I to mountains bend

That jealously, her sight, defend?

Is sight not but a wink of eye

That with a blink does quickly die?

 

What earth be there so richly made

To not, before remembrance,  fade?

 

So what care I though rough winds blow

And drown her voice, so soft, and low?

Is voice not but a moment’s sigh

That cannot Silence long deny?

 

What song brings joy to Love’s pricked ears

As long as sweet remembrance  hears?

 

So what care I to near her be

Whilst I hold dear her memory?

And what care I to you confess

The falseness of my carelessness?