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352 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 2015
When drew she near to bid adieu with heart unstrung.
While care and longing on that day her bosom wrung
Wet pearls she wept and mine like red carnelians rolled
And, joined in sad riviere, around her neck they hung.
I speak and longing love upties me and unties me
Till with honey dew of inner lip she plies me.
I brought the chess board and my liefest lover plays me
With white and black, but black cum white ne'er satisfies me: 'Twas as if king for castle i were fain to place me
Till wilful loss of game atwixt two queens surprise me.
And if I seek to read intent in eyes that eye me
Oh man! that glance askance with hint of wish defies me.
Round with bit and little, the bowl and cup.
Take either than moon in his sheen hath crowned.
Nor drink without music, for oft I've seen.
The horse drink best to the whistle's sound.
None other charms but thine shall greet mine eyes,
Nor other image can my heart surprise:
Thy love, my lady, captives all my thoughts
And on that love I'll die and I'll arise.
Better ye abide and i take my leave
For what eye sees not
Heart shall never grieve.