And you， my love， as humble and as low
As are the deepest bottoms of the main，
Whereso’er you were， with you my love should go.
Were you the earth， dear love， and I skies，
My love should shine on you like to the sun，
And look upon you with ten thousand eyes
Till heaven wax’d blind， and till the world were done.
Whereso’er I am， below， or else above you，