From Tuscan came my lady's worthy race, Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat, The western isle whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's cliffs did give her lively heat; Fostered she was with milk of Irish breast, Her sire an earl, her dame of princes' blood; From tender years in Britain she doth rest With king's child, where she tastes ghostly food. Hunsdon did first present her to mine eyen; Bright is her hue, and Geraldine she hight; Hampton me taught to wish her first for mine, And Windsor, alas, doth chase me from her sight. Beauty of kind, her virtues from above; Happy is he that can obtain her love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR VERSE (1914) by EZRA POUND A MORE ANCIENT MARINER by BLISS CARMAN THE TAY BRIDGE DISEASTER by WILLIAM MCGONAGALL A VISION UPON [THIS CONCEIT] OF THE FAERIE QUEENE (2) by WALTER RALEIGH THE VISION OF SPRING, 1916 by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD A MOTHER'S DREAM by MATHILDE BLIND CHEF PERNOLLET by BERTON BRALEY WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HIS POEMS, FOR CHLORIS by ROBERT BURNS |