SHE alone of Shepherdesses With her blue disdayning eyes, Wo'd not hark a Kyng that dresses All his lute in sighes: Yet to winne Katheryn, I elect for mine Emprise. None is like her, none above her, Who so lifts my youth in me, That a littel more to love her Were to leave her free! But to winne Katheryn, Is mine utmost love's degree. Distaunce, cold, delay, and danger, Build the four walles of her bower; She's noe Sweete for any stranger, She's noe valley flower: And to winne Katheryn, To her height my heart can Tower! Uppe to Beautie's promontory I will climb, not loudlie call Perfect and escaping glory Folly, if I fall: Well to winne Katheryn! To be worth her is my all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HER LETTER by FRANCIS BRET HARTE INDIAN WOMAN'S DEATH-SONG by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS ALAS! by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SEEN IN TWILIGHT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE CARDIN' O'T by ROBERT BURNS ON SOME VIOLETS PLANTED IN MY GARDEN BY A FRIEND by ELIZABETH COBBOLD |