Five months ago the stream did flow
The lilies bloomed within the sedge
And we were lingering to and fro
Where none will track thee in this snow
Along the stream, beside the hedge
Ah, Sweet, be free to love and go
For if I do not hear thy foot
The frozen river is as mute
The flowers have dried down to the root
And why, since these be changed since May
Shouldst thou change less than they
And slow, slow as the winter sno
The tears have drifted to mine eyes
And my poor cheeks, five months ag
Set blushing at thy praises so
Put paleness on for a disguise
Ah, Sweet, be free to praise and go
For if my face is turned too pale
It was thine oath that first did fail, -
It was thy love proved false and frail, -
And why, since these be changed enow
Should I change less than thou
