I wende to dede, knight stithe in stoure, Thurghe fight in felde I won the flowr. No fightes me taught the dede to quell: I wende to dede; sooth I yow tell. I wende to dede, a king iwisse; What helpes honor or worldes blisse? Dede is to man the kinde way. I wende to be clad in clay. I wende to dede, clerk ful of skill, That couth with worde men mar and dill. Soon has me made the dede an ende. Bes ware with me! to dede I wende. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON LORD HAY'S BIRTHDAY by JAMES BEATTIE THE END OF THE WORLD by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE THEME AND THE PUPPET by LETA GRACE BORLAND WINTER TREES by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS A REED by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |