Song <br /> <br />' O Lady mine ! 'one day I cried,' <br />Pray make for me a posy, <br />That I may think when from your side <br />On your young mouth so rosy.' <br /> <br />'Nay, gentle sir,' the damsel said, <br />' The blossoms I deny you, <br />But take my willing lips instead, <br />If they will satisfy you !' <br /> <br />And then she kissed me where I stood, <br />And may the saints defend her— <br />Ne'er grew a flower in field or wood <br />One half so sweet and tender.<br /><br />Radclyffe Hall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-lady-mine/
