MY BONNY LASS! THINE EYE.
Reading edition
By THOMAS LODGE, M.D.
[Footnote: The original of this poem not being within my reach at present, I have inserted Professor Arber's modern version.]
My bonny lass! thine eye, So sly, Hath made me sorrow so. Thy crimson cheeks, my dear! So clear, Have so much wrought my woe.
Thy pleasing smiles and grace, Thy face, Have ravished so my sprites, That life is grown to nought Through thought Of love, which me affrights.
For fancy's flames of fire Aspire Unto such furious power, As but the tears I shed Make dead, The brands would me devour.
I should consume to nought Through thought Of thy fair shining eye, Thy cheeks, thy pleasing smiles, The wiles That forced my heart to die,
Thy grace, thy face, the part Where art Stands gazing still to see The wondrous gifts and power, Each hour, That hath bewitched me.