A SHEPHERD in a shade his plaining made, Of love and lover's wrong, Unto the fairest lass that trod on grass, And thus began his song: Restore, restore my heart again, Which love by thy sweet looks hath slain, Lest that, enforced by your disdain, I sing; Fie! fie! on love, it is a foolish thing. Since love and fortune will, I honour still Your fair and lovely eye; What conquest will it be, sweet nymph for thee, If I for sorrow die? Restore, restore my heart again, Which love by thy sweet looks hath slain, Lest that, enforced by your disdain, I sing; Fie! fie! on love, it is a foolish thing. My heart where have you laid, O cruel maid, To kill when you might save? Why have ye cast it forth as nothing worth, Without a tomb or grave? O, let it be entombed and lie, In your sweet mind and memory, Lest I resound on every warbling string: Fie! fie! on love that is a foolish thing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAIRIES by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN by ROBERT BROWNING THE WIND (2) by EMILY DICKINSON THE CITY AT THE END OF THINGS by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN PARTING by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE DISARMAMENT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE AUTHOR OF 'THE GREAT ILLUSION' by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |