Poem of the day

Diaphenia
by Henry Chettle (c. 1560-c. 1607)

      Diaphenia, like the daffodowndilly,
      White as the sun, fair as the lily,
Heigh ho, how I do love thee!
      I do love thee as my lambs
      Are beloved of their dams;
How blest were I if thou wouldst prove me!

      Diaphenia, like the spreading roses,
      That in thy sweets all sweets encloses,
Fair sweet, how I do love thee!
      I do love thee as each flower
      Loves the sun’s live-giving power,
For, dead, thy breath to live might move me.

      Diaphenia, like to all things blessèd,
      When all thy praises are expressèd,
Dear joy, how I do love thee!
      As the birds do love the spring,
      Or the bees their careful king:
Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me!

One thought on “Poem of the day

  1. For the tenth time, dull Daphnis, said Chloe
    You’ve told me my bosom is snowy
    You’ve made much fine verse on
    Each part of my person
    Now *do* something, that’s a good boy!
    — George Legman claims this is a favorite of his wife

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