She alone of Shepherdesses <br />With her blue disdayning eyes, <br />Wo'd not hark a Kyng that dresses <br />All his lute in sighes: <br />Yet to winne <br />Katheryn, <br />I elect for mine Emprise. <br /> <br />None is like her, none above her, <br />Who so lifts my youth in me, <br />That a littel more to love her <br />Were to leave her free! <br />But to winne <br />Katheryn, <br />Is mine utmost love's degree. <br /> <br />Distaunce, cold, delay, and danger, <br />Build the four walles of her bower; <br />She's noe Sweete for any stranger, <br />She's noe valley flower: <br />And to winne <br />Katheryn, <br />To her height my heart can Tower! <br /> <br />Uppe to Beautie's promontory <br />I will climb, not loudlie call <br />Perfect and escaping glory <br />Folly, if I fall: <br />Well to winne <br />Katheryn! <br />To be worth her is my all.<br /><br />Louise Imogen Guiney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-seventeenth-century-song/
