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Why dost the stars twinkle so
Seductive in thine nature but out of reach
Banishéd to heavenly darkness, are you?
Dear Love, hither nigh on the sun's red fire
Quoth my heart, beseech my desire
On the like I desire you
Forsooth I hath, forsooth I doth
I have not the mettle
Nor do I durst to say
All these things I've said to thou
In Modern English today