WHAT recke I now of comely dame? What care I now for fair pucelle? Unscorchde I meet their glance of flame, Unmovede I mark their bosoms swel, For Love and I have sayde farewel! Go, prattlynge fool! -- go, wanton wilde! Seke thy fond mother this to tel -- That loveliest maydes on me have smyled, And that I stoutly did rebel, And bade thee and thy arts farewel! With me thy tyrant reigne is o'er, Thou hear'st thy latest warninge knel; Speed, waywarde urchin, from my doore, -- My hert to thee gives no handsel, For thou and I have sworne farewel! So trimme thy bow, and fleche thy shafte, And peer where sillie gallants dwel, On them essaye thy archer crafte, No more on me thy bolte schal tel -- False Love and I have sunge farewel! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LACHIN Y GAIR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE VANISHING BOAT by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE LOST CHORD by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER A STIRRUP-CUP by DOUGLAS AINSLIE THE LAY OF ST. ODILLE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM COMMENDS THE SPRING; A PARAPHRASE OF AN IDYLLIUM by BION |