-How should I your true love know
From another one?�
-By his cockle-hat and staff
And his sandal-shoon.�
-And what signs have told you now
That he hastens home?�
-Lo! the spring is nearly gone,
He is nearly come.�
-For a token is there nought,
Say, that he should bring?�
-He will bear a ring I gave
And another ring.�
-How may I, when he shall ask,
Tell him who lies there?�
-Nay, but leave my face unveiled
And unbound my hair.�
-Can you say to me some word
I shall say to him?-
-Say I'm looking in his eyes
Though my eyes are dim.�