Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes. England: Vols. IIV. 187679. | | | | Walsingham | | As I Came from Walsingham | | Childs English and Scottish Ballads |
| | | AS you came from the holy-land | |
| Of Walsingham, | |
| Met you not with my true-love | |
| By the way as you came? | |
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| How should I know your true-love, | 5 |
| That have met many a one, | |
| As I came from the holy-land, | |
| That have come, that have gone? | |
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| She is neither white nor brown, | |
| But as the heavens fair; | 10 |
| There is none hath a form so divine, | |
| On the earth, in the air. | |
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| Such a one did I meet, good sir, | |
| With angel-like face, | |
| Who like a queen did appear | 15 |
| In her gait, in her grace. | |
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| She hath left me here all alone, | |
| All alone and unknown, | |
| Who sometime loved me as her life, | |
| And called me her own. | 20 |
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| What s the cause she hath left thee alone, | |
| And a new way doth take, | |
| That sometime did love thee as her life, | |
| And her joy did thee make? | |
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| I loved her all my youth, | 25 |
| But now am old, as you see; | |
| Love liketh not the fallen fruit, | |
| Nor the withered tree. | |
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| For Love is a careless child, | |
| And forgets promise past; | 30 |
| He is blind, he is deaf, when he list, | |
| And in faith never fast. | |
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| For Love is a great delight, | |
| And yet a trustless joy; | |
| He is won with a word of despair, | 35 |
| And is lost with a toy. | |
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| Such is the love of womankind, | |
| Or the word abused, | |
| Under which many childish desires | |
| And conceits are excused. | 40 |
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| But love is a durable fire, | |
| In the mind ever burning; | |
| Never sick, never dead, never cold, | |
| From itself never turning. | | | | |
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