Out upon It, I Have Loved

OUT upon it, I have loved

Three whole days together;

And am like to love three more,—

If it prove fine weather.

Time shall moult away his wings,

Ere he shall discover

In the whole wide world again

Such a constant lover.

But the spite on’t is, no praise

Is due at all to me;

Love with me had made no stays

Had it any been but she.

Had it any been but she,

And that very face,

There had been at least, ere this,

A dozen in her place!