I never saw you, madam, lay apart Your cornet black, in cold nor yet in heat, Sith first ye knew of my desire so great Which other fancies chased clean from my heart. Whiles to myself I did the thought reserve That so unware did wound my woeful breast, Pity I saw within your heart did rest; But since ye knew I did you love and serve Your golden tress was clad alway in black, Your smiling looks were hid thus evermore, All that withdrawn that I did crave so sore. So doth this cornet govern me, alack, In summer sun, in winter breath of frost, Of your fair eyes whereby the light is lost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH PLACE FOR A THIRD by ROBERT FROST TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MOTHER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |