Shall she never out of my mind, Nor shall I never out of this pain? Alas, here she doth me so bind Except her help I am near slain. I never told her of my mind, What pain I suffer for her sake. Alas, what means might I now find That no displeasure with me she take? If I speak fair she saith I flatter, And if I do not I shall not speed. If I to her do write a letter Then will she say she cannot read. Shall I despair yet for all this? Nay, nay, my heart will not do so. I would, once my sweetheart to kiss, A thousand times suffer more woe. I am abashed when I should speak. Alas, I cannot my mind express. It maketh my heart in pieces break To see her loving gentleness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REAR-PORCHES OF AN APARTMENT-BUILDING by MAXWELL BODENHEIM ASOLANDO: NOW by ROBERT BROWNING MOTLEY: THE GHOST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE HARLEM SHADOWS by CLAUDE MCKAY NOCTURNE IN A DESERTED BRICKYARD by CARL SANDBURG |