Black Maid, complain not that I fly, br When Fate commands Antipathy: br Prodigious might that union prove, br Where Night and Day together move, br And the conjunction of our lips br Not kisses make, but an Eclipse; br In which the mixed black and white br Portends more terrour than delight. br Yet if my shadow thou wilt be, br Enjoy thy dearest wish: But see br Thou take my shadowes property, br That hastes away when I come nigh: br Else stay till death hath blinded mee, br And then I will bequeath my self to thee.