MYNE only love, my joye, my boone, More deare to me than ought beside, I prithee joyously doe bide In hope that I maye see thee soone. I seeke a waye by nighte, by noone, To come to thee, if Godde me guide, Myne only love, my joye, my boone, More deare to me than ought beside. And if, by wishynge it, my shoone Maye brynge me nigh thee, nought denied Of all that under heav'n doth hide, Shall sette me cryinge for the moone: Myne only love, my joye, my boone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHEPHERD BOY'S SONG, FR. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by JOHN BUNYAN JEALOUSY by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE WORLD by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER PHILOCTETES: PHILOCTETES CALLS FOR DEATH by AESCHYLUS LINES TO CASTE by SAMUEL ALFRED BEADLE THE FEAST OF THE GODS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |