THE little pretty nightingale Among the leavès As green, I would I were with her all night: But yet, ye wot not whom I mean. The nightingale sat on a briar Among the thornès sharp and keen, And comfort me with merry cheer: But yet, ye wot not whom I mean. She did appear of all her kind A lady right well to be seen; With words of love, told me her mind: But yet, ye wot not whom I mean. It did me good on her to look: Her corse was clothèd all in green; Away from me her heart she took; But yet, ye wot not whom I mean. 'Lady,' I cried, with rueful moan, 'Have mind of me that true have been: For I love none but you alone.' But yet, ye wot not whom I mean. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMORETTI: 19 by EDMUND SPENSER EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 1. THE MARVELLOUS SEED OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES THE TRIUMPH OF MELANCHOLY by JAMES BEATTIE THE SCHOONER by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN AN ANGRY WORD by MARGARET E. BRUNER |