When I did part, my Soule did part from mee,
And tooke his farewell of thy beauteous Eyne;
But now that I (returned) doo thee see,
He is returnd, and lives through kindnes thine,
And of thee looketh for a welcome home.
I then not anie more to sorrow need,
Now I am come: and if before alone
On shadow then, on substance now I feed.
So, if my parting bitter was and sad,
Sweete's my returne to thee, and passing glad.