(UNDER THE NAME OF AMARILLIS) My dearest Love, since thou wilt go, And leave me here behind thee; For love or pitie let me know The place where I may find thee. Amaril. In country Meadowes pearl'd with Dew, And set about with Lillies; There filling Maunds with Cowslips, you May find your Amarillis. Her. What have the Meades to do with thee, Or with thy youthfull hourse? Live thou at Court, where thou mayst be The Queen of men, not flowers. Let Country wenches make 'em fine With Poesies, since 'tis fitter For thee with richest Jemmes to shine, And like the Starres to glitter. Amaril. You set too high a rate upon A Shepheardess so homely; Her. Believe it (dearest) ther's not one I'th' Court that's halfe so comly. I prithee stay. (Am.) I must away, Lets kiss first, then we'l sever. Ambo. And though we bid adieu to day, Wee shall not part for ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THISTLE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A LOVE LETTER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR INVITATION TO LOVE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO-NIGHT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON A SATIRICAL ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A LATE FAMOUS GENERAL by JONATHAN SWIFT THE LOVER SHOWETH HOW HE IS FORSAKEN by THOMAS WYATT BEAUTY by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG |