Classic Poem

Whereto should I express
My inward heaviness?
No mirth can make me fain,
Till that we meet again.

Do way, dear heart! Not so!
Let no thought you dismay.
Though ye now part me fro,
We shall meet when we may.

When I remember me
Of your most gentle mind,
It may in no wise agree
That I should be unkind.

The daisy delectable,
The violet wan and blo,
Ye are not variable.
I love you and no mo.

I make you fast and sure.
It is to me great pain
Thus long to endure
Till that we meet again.