I have on mine no likeness To your fairy queenlike face, No sign in all my body Of any of your grace. I might have been a changeling, As well have been a son, As to grow up your daughter And look like anyone. But where your two breasts parted A small mark darkened you, And over my heart's beating I have the same scar too. A little seal and golden, Whereby it shall be known That you have shaped and borne me And stamped me as your own! |