Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, HORTENSE: WHERINNE IS SHOWNE YE CRAFTINESSE OF HER LOVER, by FRANK JOHN URQUHART


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HORTENSE: WHERINNE IS SHOWNE YE CRAFTINESSE OF HER LOVER, by                    
First Line: Hortense is haughtye, and no smile
Last Line: "forsoothe, I -- I love thee."
Subject(s): Courtship; Love


HORTENSE is haughtye, and no smile
She deignes to shedde on me,
Although I love her to dispaire,
And serve her faythfullye.

Each mornynge, when ye sonne first shines,
I from my couch doe springe,
And to her lattice windowe then
Dew-sprinklede flowerets bringe.

And when she goeth to ye wode,
Downe through ye mossie dell,
And with her lovelie armes doth drawe
Ye water from ye well,

I haste to followe after her,
Althoughe she tells me nay;
And when I tell my love to her,
She not a worde will say.

. . . . . . . . . .

I toke her lytel hande in mine,
And quoth full softe and lowe:
"Deare hearte, I must needes saye farewell,
I to ye warres must goe."

Straightway her face gat deathlie white,
"O Cyril dear!" quoth she,
"Nowe prithee doe not goe awaye,
Forsoothe, I -- I love thee."





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