Leave go my hands, let me catch breath and see; 
Let the dew-fall drench either side of me;
Clear apple leaves are soft upon the moon
Seen like blossoms in the tree;
Ah, that day should be so soon.

The grass is thick and cool, it lets us lie.
Kissed upon either cheek and either eye,
I turn to you as some afternoon
Turns toward sunset, and is loth to die;
Ah, that day should be so soon.

Lie closer, lean your face upon my side,
Feel where the dew fell that it has already dried,
Hear how the blood beats that went close to swoon; 
The pleasure lives there when the sense has died,
Ah, that day should be so soon.

Oh my fair love, I charge you leave me this:
It is not sweeter than a foolish kiss?
No, take it then, my flower, my first in June,
My lily, so like a tender mouth it is;
Ah, that day should be so soon.

Love, til dawn sunder night from day with fire
Dividing my delight and my desire,
The crescent life and love the plenilune,
Love me through dusk begin and dark retire;
Ah, that day should be so soon.

Yes, with your sweet lips, sweet sword, yea
Take life and all, for I will die, I say;
Love, I gave love, is life a better boon? 
For sweet night's sake, I will not til day;
Ah, that day should be so soon.

No, I will sleep then only, no, but go.
Ah sweet, too sweet for me, my sweet, I know
Love, sleep, and death go to the same sweet tune;
Hold me tight, and kiss me through it soon.
Ah, that day should be so soon.