I saue of late a Ladie weare a shoo that was as white as any dryven snowe Her softe sylke hose was off Carnation hewe and this She ware because the worlde should know Shee dyd desire a virgins stepps to treade this with those collours Shee her fancye fedd The gartyer which did strayne her tender kne by spetiall grace myn eyes did lyckewise vewe But more then that (oh griefe) I might not see whereof the colloure was a watched blewe And laboure loste that garters meanynge was to such as soughte above the same to passe. Yett some perhapps will deme this but a jeste and say with all shee never ment so much But yow your selfe (faire mistres) knowe it beste that in too collours I the truth did tuche But yff your watched garter ment nott so that faulte Ile mende, iff I the proofe may know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CITY VIGNETTE: DAWN by SARA TEASDALE HYMN TO MONT BLANC [IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SPRING OF THE YEAR by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM THE MAN-OF-WAR HAWK by HERMAN MELVILLE SONNET: 14. ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF CATHERINE THOMASON by JOHN MILTON METAMORPHOSES: BOOK 8. BAUCIS AND PHILEMON by PUBLIUS OVIDIUS NASO |