A Match

If love were what the rose is
And I were like the leaf
Our lives would grow together
In sad or singing weather
Blown fields or flowerful closes
Green pleasure or grey grief;
If love were what the rose is
And I were like the leaf

If I were what the words are
And love were like the tune
With double sound and single
Delight our lips would mingle
With kisses glad as birds are
That get sweet rain at noon;
If I were what the words are
And love were like the tune

If you were life, my darling
And I your love were death
We'd shine and snow together
Ere March made sweet the weather
With daffodil and starling
And hours of fruitful breath ;
If you were life, my darling
And I your love were death

If you were thrall to sorrow
And I were page to joy
We 'd play for lives and seasons
With loving looks and treasons
And tears of night and morrow
And laughs of maid and boy;
If you were thrall to sorrow
And I were page to joy

If you were April's lady
And I were lord in May
We'd throw with leaves for hours
And draw for days with flowers
'Till day like night were shady
And night were bright like day;
If you were April's lady
And I were lord in May

If you were queen of pleasure
And I were king of pain
We 'd hunt down love together
Pluck out his flying-feather
And teach his feet a measure
And find his mouth a rein ;
If you were queen of pleasure
And I were king of pain