YOUR eyen two wol slee me sodenly, I may the beaute of hem not sustene, So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene. And but your word wol helen hastily My hertes wounde, whyl that hit is grene, Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly, I may the beaute of hem not sustene. Upon my trouthe I sey yow feithfully, That ye ben of my lyf and deeth the quene; For with my deeth the trouthe shal be sene. Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly, I may the beaute of hem not sustene, So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ORACLES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE TENDER HUSBAND: PROLOGUE by JOSEPH ADDISON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 43. ONE CHANCE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: DEDICATION TO R. WENMAN by WILLIAM BASSE ECCLESIASTES: THE LIGHT IS SWEET by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |