GOOD folk, for gold or hire, But help me to a crier; For my poor heart is run astray After two eyes, that passed this way. O yes, O yes, O yes, If there be any man, In town or country, can Bring me my heart again, I'll please him for his pain; And by these marks I will you show That only I this heart do owe. It is a wounded heart, Wherein yet sticks the dart, Every piece sore hurt throughout it, Faith and troth writ round about it: It was a tame heart and a dear, And never used to roam; But having got this haunt, I fear, 'Twill hardly stay at home. For God's sake, walking by the way, If you my heart do see, Either impound it for a stray, Or send it back to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CITY VIGNETTE: DUSK by SARA TEASDALE TO MARY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON HYMN OF THE EARTH by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE TEMERAIRE by HERMAN MELVILLE THE LAST BALLADE; MASTER FRANCOIS VILLON LOQUITUR by THOMAS BEER |