Good Brother @3Brooke@1, I often looke, to heare of your returne: But none can tell, if you be well, nor where you doo sojurne: Which makes me feare, that I shall heare your health appaired is: And oft I dread, that you are dead, or somthyng goeth amys. Yet when I thinke, you can not shrinke, but must with Maister bee: I have good hope, when you have scope, you wyll repaire to mee. And so the feare, and deepe dispaire, that I of you then had I dryve away: and wysh that day wherin we may be glad. Glad for to see, but els for mee: wyll be no joy at all: For on my side, no lucke will byde, nor happye chaunce befall. As you shall know, for I wyll show, you more when we doo speake, Then wyll I wryt, or yet resyte, within this Paper weake. And so I end, and you commend, to him that guides the skyes: Who graunt you health, and send you welth, no lesse then shall suffice. * @3Your loving Sister. Is. W.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOPE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CALIFORNIA CITY LANDSCAPE by CARL SANDBURG SONNET: CUPID AND VENUS by MARK ALEXANDER BOYD WAR IS KIND: 21 by STEPHEN CRANE REBEL MOTHER'S LULLABY by SHANE LESLIE PHILIP, KING OF MACEDON by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE |