There is a lady sweet and kind, Was never face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die. Her gesture, motion, and her smiles, Her wit, her voice, my heart beguiles, Beguiles my heart, I know not why, And yet I love her till I die. Her free behaviour, winning looks, Will make a lawyer burn his books; I touched her not, alas! not I, And yet I love her till I die. Had I her fast betwixt mine arms, Judge you that think such sports were harms, Were 't any harm? no, no, fie, fie, For I will love her till I die. Should I remain confined there So long as Phoebus in his sphere, I to request, she to deny, Yet would I love her till I die. Cupid is winged and doth range, Her country so my love doth change: But change she earth, or change she sky, Yet will I love her till I die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLACK SAMSON OF BRANDYWINE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET: AUTUMN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE PITY OF THE LEAVES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A MINUET ON REACHING THE AGE OF FIFTY by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 3. THE GRAVE BY THE LAKE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE GREEN LINNET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 3. TO THE CUCKOO by MARK AKENSIDE LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 2. FINLAY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |