Verse > Anthologies > The World’s Best Poetry > Vol. II. Love
Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume II. Love.  1904.
I. Admiration
Thomas Lodge (1558–1625)
LIKE to the clear in highest sphere
Where all imperial glory shines:
Of selfsame color is her hair,
Whether unfolded, or in twines:
  Heigh-ho, fair Rosalynd!        5
Her eyes are sapphires set in snow,
Refining heaven by every wink;
The gods do fear whenas they glow,
And I do tremble when I think
  Heigh-ho, would she were mine!        10
Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud
That beautifies Aurora’s face,
Or like the silver-crimson shroud
That Phœbus’ smiling looks doth grace:
  Heigh-ho, fair Rosalynd!        15
Her lips are like two budded roses
Whom ranks of lilies neighbor nigh,
Within which bounds she balm encloses
Apt to entice a deity:
  Heigh-ho, would she were mine!        20
Her neck, like to a stately tower
Where Love himself emprisoned lies
To watch for glances every hour
From her divine and sacred eyes:
  Heigh-ho, fair Rosalynd!        25
Her paps are centres of delight,
Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame,
Where Nature moulds the dew of light
To feed perfection with the same:
  Heigh-ho, would she were mine!        30
With orient pearl, with ruby red,
With marble white, with sapphire blue,
Her body every way is fed,
Yet soft to touch and sweet in view:
  Heigh-ho, fair Rosalynd!        35
Nature herself her shape admires;
The gods are wounded in her sight;
And Love forsakes his heavenly fires
And at her eyes his brand doth light:
  Heigh-ho, would she were mine!        40
Then muse not, Nymphs, though I bemoan
  The absence of fair Rosalynd,
Since for a fair there ’s fairer none,
Nor for her virtues so divine:
  Heigh-ho, fair Rosalynd!        45
Heigh-ho, my heart! would God that she were mine!

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2015 · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors · World Lit.