Classic Poem

CCXIII

Sometime I sigh, sometime I sing,
Sometime I laugh, sometime mourning.
As one in doubt this is my saying:
Have I displeased you in anything?

Alack, what aileth you to be grieved?
Right sorry am I that ye be moved.
I am your own if truth be proved
And by your displeasure as one mischieved.

When ye be merry, then am I glad.
When ye be sorry, then am I sad.
Such grace or fortune I would I had
You for to please however I were bestad.

When ye be merry why should I care?
Ye are my joy and my welfare.
I will you love, I will not spare
Into your presence as far as I dare.

All my poor heart and my love true
While life doth last I give it you;
And you to serve with service due
And never to change you for no new.