@3NOW springes the sprai, Al for love I am so seek That slepen I ne mai.@1 As I me rode this endre dai O mi playing, Saw I there a little mai Bigan to singe: "The clot him clingge! Wai es him I love-longinge Sal libben ay!" Soon I heard that mirie note Thider I drogh; I fonde hir in an herber swet Under a bogh, With joi enow. Son I asked: "You mirie mai, What singst thou ai?" Then answered that maiden swet Midde wordes fewe: "Mi lemman me haves bihot Of love trewe: He chaunges anewe. Yet if I may, it shall him rewe Bi this dai." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HE'D BE NOTHING BUT HIS VIOLIN by MARY KYLE DALLAS UPON THE IMAGE OF DEATH by ROBERT SOUTHWELL TO S-----D (1) by WILLIAM BLAKE CONFESSIONS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HANNAH MORE'S WORKS by ROBERT BURNS |