Upon Love.

Love brought me to a silent grove And show'd me there a tree, Where some had hang'd themselves for love, And gave a twist to me. The halter was of silk and gold, That he reach'd forth unto me; No otherwise than if he would By dainty things undo me. He bade me then that necklace use; And told me, too, he maketh A glorious end by such a noose, His death for love that taketh. 'Twas but a dream; but had I been There really alone, My desp'rate fears in love had seen Mine execution.