Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AS YOU CAME FROM THE HOLY LAND OF WALSINGHAM, by ANONYMOUS Last Line: "never sick, never dead, never cold, / from itself never returning" Subject(s): "shrines;walsingham, England; | ||||||||
As you came from the holy land Of Walsingham, Met you with my true love By the way as you came? How shall I know your true love That have met many one, As I went to the holy land That have come, that have gone? She is neither white nor brown But as the heavens fair, There is none hath a form so divine in the earth or the air. Such an one did I meet, good sir, Such an angel-like face, Who like a queen, like a nymph, did appear By her gate, by her grace. She hath left me here all alone, All alone as unknown, Who sometimes did me lead with herself, And me loved as her own. What's the cause that she leaves you alone And a new way doth take, Who loved you once as her own And her joy did you make? I have loved her all my youth, But now old, as you see; Love likes not the falling fruit From the withered tree. Know that love is a careless child And forgets promise past; He is blind, he is deaf when he list And in faith never fast. His desire is a dureless content And a trustless joy; He is won with a world of despair And is lost with a toy. Of womankind such indeed is the love, Or the word love abused, Under which many childish desires And conceits are excused. But true love is a durable fire In the mind ever burning; Never sick, never old, never dead, From itself never turning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SITTING BULL IN SERBIA by WILLIAM JAY SMITH TO THE EXCELLENT ORINDA by PHILO PHILIPPA EPIGRAM OCCASIONED BY CIBBER'S VERSES IN PRAISE OF NASH: 1 by ALEXANDER POPE THE GIFT OF THE GODS by JOHN GODFREY SAXE TO CHRISTOPHER NORTH by ALFRED TENNYSON BEAU NASH by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER BEAU NASH AND THE ROMAN, OR THE TWO ERAS by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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