ON a time the amorous Silvy <br />Said to her shepherd, 'Sweet, how do ye? <br />Kiss me this once and then God be with ye, <br /> My sweetest dear! <br />Kiss me this once and then God be with ye, <br />For now the morning draweth near.' <br /> <br />With that, her fairest bosom showing, <br />Op'ning her lips, rich perfumes blowing, <br />She said, 'Now kiss me and be going, <br /> My sweetest dear! <br />Kiss me this once and then be going, <br />For now the morning draweth near.' <br /> <br />With that the shepherd waked from sleeping, <br />And spying where the day was peeping, <br />He said, 'Now take my soul in keeping, <br /> My sweetest dear! <br />Kiss me and take my soul in keeping, <br />Since I must go, now day is near.'<br /><br />Anonymous<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wakening-john-attye-s-first-book-of-airs/
