AH, my sweet sweeting; My little pretty sweeting, My sweeting will I love wherever I go; She is so proper and pure, Full, steadfast, stable, and demure, There is none such, you may be sure, As my sweet sweeting. In all this world, as thinketh me, Is none so pleasant to my ee, That I am glad so oft to see, As my sweet sweeting. When I behold my sweeting sweet, Her face, her hands, her minion feet, They seem to me there is none so mete, As my sweet sweeting. Above all other praise must I, And love my pretty pygsnye, For none I find so womanly As my sweet sweeting. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE AT PLAY IN THE FIELDS OF by KAREN SWENSON JEST 'FORE CHRISTMAS by EUGENE FIELD THE CHARGE AT SANTIAGO by WILLIAM HAMILTON HAYNE THE ABSINTHE-DRINKER by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS COMPOSED BY THE SEA-SIDE NEAR CALAIS [AUGUST 1802] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |