Goodbye!

Shakespeare

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know’st thy estimate,
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thyself thou gav’st, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me to whom thou gav’st it, else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better judgement making.
    Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
    In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.

Goodbye!
	You are too precious
		For me to possess
	You know all
		You need to know
	Your hand frees you
		From my set losses

How could I have you?
	Without your concession?
	Without risking your mercy?

You have reason to want me
	My singularity
		Displacing all that is even new
And have given yourself
	Knowing nothing
		Of your value
		Confused about to whom you gave it to

And so it is the greatest gift
	Releasing me from belief
		So I can imagine a home
			Against better judgment
That you've given me
	Leveling the field
		Grass flowing like dream
			The dream of a king
				Dreaming no matter what