"Hears not my Phyllis how the birds <br />Their feathered mates salute? <br />They tell their passion in their words: <br />Must I alone be mute?" <br />Phyllis, without frown or smile, <br />Sat and knotted all the while. <br /> <br />"The god of love in thy bright eyes <br />Does like a tyrant reign; <br />But in thy heart a child he lies, <br />Without his dart of flame." <br />Phyllis, without frown or smile, <br />Sat and knotted all the while. <br /> <br />"So many months in silence past, <br />And yet in raging love, <br />Might well deserve one word at last <br />My passion should approve." <br />Phyllis, without frown or smile, <br />Sat and knotted all the while. <br /> <br />"Must then your faithful swain expire, <br />And not one look obtain, <br />Which he, to soothe his fond desire, <br />Might pleasingly explain?" <br />Phyllis, without frown or smile, <br />Sat and knotted all the while.<br /><br />Sir Charles Sedley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-knotting-song/
