My Lady mine, I send These sighs in joy to thee Though, loving till the end, There were no hope for me That I should speak my love; And I have loved indeed, Though, having fearful heed, It was not spoken of. Thou art so high and great That whom I love I fear; Which thing to circumstate I have no messenger: Wherefore to Love I pray, On whom each lover cries, That these my tears and sighs Find unto thee a way. Well have I wished, when I At heart with sighs have ach'd, That there were in each sigh Spirit and intellect, The which, where thou dost sit, Should kneel and sue for aid, Since I am thus afraid And have no strength for it. Thou, lady, killest me, Yet keepest me in pain, For thou must surely see How, fearing, I am fain. Ah! why not send me still Some solace, small and slight, So that I should not quite Despair of thy good will? Thy grace, all else above, Even now while I implore, Enamoreth my love To love thee still the more. Yet scarce should I know well -- A greater love to gain, Even if a greater pain, Lady, were possible. Joy did that day relax My grief's continual stress, When I essayed in wax Thy beauty's life-likeness. Ah! much more beautiful Than golden-haired Yseult, -- Who mak'st all men exult, Who bring'st all women dule. And certes without blame Thy love might fall to me, Though it should chance my name Were never heard of thee Yea, for thy love, in fine, Lentino gave me birth, Who am not nothing worth If worthy to be thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INDEPENDENCE DAY, 1956, A FAIRY TALE by JAMES GALVIN LOVELY CHANCE by SARA TEASDALE ADVICE TO A RAVEN IN RUSSIA by JOEL BARLOW MILES KEOGH'S HORSE by JOHN MILTON HAY THE THREE WARNINGS by HESTER LYNCH (SALUSBURY) PIOZZI WORKING GIRLS by CARL SANDBURG AMORETTI: 15 by EDMUND SPENSER THE ARAB TO THE PALM by BAYARD TAYLOR A SWEET NOSEGAY: AUTHOR MAKETH HER WILL & TESTAMENT: A COMMUNICATION . by ISABELLA WHITNEY |