All my sense thy sweetness gained, Thy fair hair my heart enchained, My poor reason thy words moved, So that thee like heaven I loved: Fa la la leridan, dan dan dan deridan, Dan dan dan deridan deridan dei: While to my mind the outside stood For messenger of inward good. Now thy sweetness sour is deemed, Thy hair not a hair esteemed; Reason hath thy words removed, Finding that but words they proved: Fa la la leridan, dan dan dan deridan, Dan dan dan deridan deridan dei: For no fair sign can credit win If that the substance fail within. No more in they sweetness glory; For thy knitting hair be sorry; Use thy words but to bewail thee, That no more thy beams avail thee: Fa la la leridan, dan dan dan deridan, Dan dan dan deridan deridan dei: Lay not thy colours more to view Without the picture be found true. Woe to me, alas, she weepeth: Fool in me, what folly creepeth? Was I to blaspheme enraged Where my soul I have engaged? Fa la la leridan, dan dan dan deridan, Dan dan dan deridan deridan dei: And wretched I must yield to this; The fault I blame her chasteness is. Sweetness, sweetly pardon folly; Tie me, hair, your captive wholly; Words, O words, of heavenly knowledge, Know my words their faults acknowledge: Fa la la leridan, dan dan dan deridan, Dan dan dan deridan deridan dei: And all my life I will confess, The less I love, I live the less. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PICTURES OF MEMORY by ALICE CARY THE RESPECTABLE BURGHER, ON 'THE HIGHER CRITICISM' by THOMAS HARDY HAMPTON BEACH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER DRESSING THE BRIDE (A FRAGMENT) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH OUT OF THE HILLS by IRENE ARCHER EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 36. GOLD THE PICKLOCK by PHILIP AYRES TO DR. PRIESTLEY. DEC. 29, 1792 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |