AH, my sweet sweeting; My little pretty sweeting, My sweeting will I love wherever I go; She is so proper and pure, Full, steadfast, stable, and demure, There is none such, you may be sure, As my sweet sweeting. In all this world, as thinketh me, Is none so pleasant to my ee, That I am glad so oft to see, As my sweet sweeting. When I behold my sweeting sweet, Her face, her hands, her minion feet, They seem to me there is none so mete, As my sweet sweeting. Above all other praise must I, And love my pretty pygsnye, For none I find so womanly As my sweet sweeting. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROMISE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY SENSES DO NOT DECEIVE ME by MARIANNE MOORE UPLANDS IN MAY by CARL SANDBURG AN ODE ON THE UNVEILING OF THE SHAW MEMORIA BOSTON COMMON, MAY 31, 1897 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |