Sonnet (Why dost thou say thy Heart is gon)

Why dost thou say thy Heart is gon;
And no more mine, no more thine own;
But past retrieve for ever wed,
By sacred Vow t'another's Bed?

Why dost thou tell me that I lye
Bound in the same perplexed tye;
And that our now divided Souls
Are cold, and distant, as the Poles?

Dost thou not know when first our Loves
Were plighted in the secret Groves,
Our hearts were chang'd with equal flame:

Say, Chloris then, how can it be?
Couldst thou give me; or I give thee?
No, no, our selves are still the same.