WHEN Flora had o'erfret the firth In May of every moneth queen; When merle and mavis singis with mirth Sweet melling in the shawis sheen; When all luvaris rejoicit bene And most desirous of their prey, I heard a lusty luvar mene -- 'I luve, but I dare nocht assay!' 'Strong are the pains I daily prove, But yet with patience I sustene, I am so fetterit with the luve Only of my lady sheen, Quhilk for her beauty micht be queen, Nature so craftily alway Has done depaint that sweet serene: -- Whom I luve I dare nocht assay. 'She is so bricht of hyd and hue, I luve but her alone, I ween; Is none her luve that may eschew, That blinkis of that dulce amene; So comely cleir are her twa een That she mae luvaris dois affray Than ever of Greece did fair Helene: -- Quhom I luve I dare nocht assay!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN: 2 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE FUNERAL OF YOUTH: THRENODY by RUPERT BROOKE THE RUINED MAID by THOMAS HARDY THE GALLOWS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS MR. STOTHARD TO MR. CROMEK by WILLIAM BLAKE WHITE BIRCHES by MARY BRADLEY BRAMHALL THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: ASTARTE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. AFTER ALL SUFFERING by EDWARD CARPENTER |