 | Poems (1914) |  |
To Paris darling.
Were I sheapheard as I am a woodman,Thy Paris would I be if not thy goodman.
And yet might I performe to thee that dutie,
Yf thou wilt add that fauour to thy beautie.
Nowe that these feastes make other minions frolike,
Why is my loue, my doue, so melancholike:
O but I neere gesse, what the cause should be,
Which to tell, tel-tale paper, were but follie;
Ile therefore for this time conceale it wholye:
For that must counsell betwixt thee and mee,
Twixt thee and mee where none may heere nor see.
| Poems (1914) | |