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AS YOU CAME FROM THE HOLY LAND OF WALSINGHAM, by                    
Last Line: "never sick, never dead, never cold, / from itself never returning"
Subject(s): "shrines;walsingham, England;


As you came from the holy land
Of Walsingham,
Met you with my true love
By the way as you came?
How shall I know your true love
That have met many one,
As I went to the holy land
That have come, that have gone?
She is neither white nor brown
But as the heavens fair,
There is none hath a form so divine
in the earth or the air.
Such an one did I meet, good sir,
Such an angel-like face,
Who like a queen, like a nymph, did appear
By her gate, by her grace.
She hath left me here all alone,
All alone as unknown,
Who sometimes did me lead with herself,
And me loved as her own.
What's the cause that she leaves you alone
And a new way doth take,
Who loved you once as her own
And her joy did you make?
I have loved her all my youth,
But now old, as you see;
Love likes not the falling fruit
From the withered tree.
Know that love is a careless child
And forgets promise past;
He is blind, he is deaf when he list
And in faith never fast.
His desire is a dureless content
And a trustless joy;
He is won with a world of despair
And is lost with a toy.
Of womankind such indeed is the love,
Or the word love abused,
Under which many childish desires
And conceits are excused.
But true love is a durable fire
In the mind ever burning;
Never sick, never old, never dead,
From itself never turning.










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