ARE there favoring ladies above thee? Are there dowries and lands? Do they say Seven others are fair? But I love thee: Aultre n'auray! All the sea is a lawn in our country; All the morrow, our star of delay. I am King: let me live on thy bounty! Aultre n'auray! To the fingers so light and so rosy That have pinioned my heart, (welladay!) Be a kiss, be a ring with this posy: Aultre n'auray! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EARLY MORNING by HILAIRE BELLOC SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION THE WOLF AND THE DOG by JEAN DE LA FONTAINE MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA by HENRY CLAY WORK BROWN PENNY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |