I saue of late a Ladie weare a shoo that was as white as any dryven snowe Her softe sylke hose was off Carnation hewe and this She ware because the worlde should know Shee dyd desire a virgins stepps to treade this with those collours Shee her fancye fedd The gartyer which did strayne her tender kne by spetiall grace myn eyes did lyckewise vewe But more then that (oh griefe) I might not see whereof the colloure was a watched blewe And laboure loste that garters meanynge was to such as soughte above the same to passe. Yett some perhapps will deme this but a jeste and say with all shee never ment so much But yow your selfe (faire mistres) knowe it beste that in too collours I the truth did tuche But yff your watched garter ment nott so that faulte Ile mende, iff I the proofe may know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOWER'S SONG by ANDREW MARVELL ON THE HOME GUARDS; WHO PERISHED ... LEXINGTON, MISSOURI by HERMAN MELVILLE FOR THE BED AT KELMSCOTT by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) LITTLE JESUS by FRANCIS THOMPSON DOG AND CAT by RUTH ANDERSON BARNETT LINES WRITTEN ... ONE WHO HAD WATCHED .. AMERICAN & FRENCH REVOLUTIONS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |