WHAT shall I doe if love me leave? Night and daye I cannot sleepe. For my lover I doe grieve When unto my bed I creepe. Then I rise with bodye bare And doe on my robe of graye; Glidynge down a secret stayre, Thro' the grove I wend awaye. There the merry larke doth synge, And the nightingale doth crye In his prettye jargonynge, "See these lovers farynge bye, "On the river in a boat Movynge on her stately waye, "With a satin saile a-float And with silken cordes for staye. "The tall maste is ivorie, And the rudder golden pale; "From a far awaye countrie Come the lads that trim the saile. "One that bears the Fleurs-de-Lys Is the Kynge of France's sonne, "And the other lad, I wis Is my owne belovéd one." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSCRIPTIONS: 1. FOR A GROTTO by MARK AKENSIDE A CRADLE SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE BROODING GRIEF by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 4 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) REBECCA; WHO SLAMMED DOORS FOR FUN AND PERISHED MISERABLY by HILAIRE BELLOC THE ANSWER OF BOSTON by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE DREAM GIRL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TO MY HONOURED FRIEND MASTER THOMAS MAY, UPON HIS COMEDY, 'THE HEIR' by THOMAS CAREW |