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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CHATELAIN DE COUCY AND THE LADY OF FAYEL, by ANONYMOUS First Line: Still as my native land I wend more near Last Line: My heart with every hope and fear | |||
STILL as my native land I wend more near, Thereof my love doth more renew and glow; Each onward step doth make it seem more fair, Softer the air, the folk all sweeter grow. And this it is that hath delayed me so: I too declare, That I beheld on coming here, Ladies, so full of worth and grace, That I could fancy in their face Likeness of her whom I revere; And one did so resemble her, I joyed her sweetness thus to trace. Thus does the tigress, in a glass, when ta'en Her helpless young, at the reflected sight Of her own image, think they still remain; During which time the robber takes to flight. Me, Lady! do not thus requite, Nor thus disdain; But in your memory retain, Though long enforced to linger here. For 'tis your likeness, shining clear As in a mirror, soothes my pain. Nought here but you alone, enchain My heart with every hope and fear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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