OF JOAN’S YOUTH.
Reading edition
I would unto my fair restore A simple thing: The flushing cheek she had before! Out-velveting No more, no more, By Severn shore, The carmine grape, the moth’s auroral wing. Ah, say how winds in flooded grass Unmoor the rose; Or guileful ways the salmon pass To sea, disclose; For so, alas, With Love, alas, With fatal, fatal Love a girlhood goes.