From Tuscan came my lady's worthy race, Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat, The western isle whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's cliffs did give her lively heat; Fostered she was with milk of Irish breast, Her sire an earl, her dame of princes' blood; From tender years in Britain she doth rest With king's child, where she tastes ghostly food. Hunsdon did first present her to mine eyen; Bright is her hue, and Geraldine she hight; Hampton me taught to wish her first for mine, And Windsor, alas, doth chase me from her sight. Beauty of kind, her virtues from above; Happy is he that can obtain her love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WRECK OF THE CIRCUS TRAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH TRANSFORMATION by CARL SANDBURG POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY by ROBERT BURNS THE LOST JEWEL by EMILY DICKINSON MENAPHON: SEPHESTIA'S [CRADLE] SONG TO HER CHILD by ROBERT GREENE |