Classic Poem

The smiling mouth and laughing eyen grey,
The breastes round, and long small armes twain,
The handes smooth, and sides straight and plain,
Your feetes lite--what should I further say?
It is my craft when ye are far away
To muse thereon in stinting of my pain.
The smiling mouth and laughing eyen grey,
The breastes round, and long small armes twain.

So would I pray you, if I durst or may,
The sight to see as I have seen,
Forwhy that craft me is most fain
And will be to the hour in which I deye:
The smiling mouth and laughing eyen grey,
The breastes round, and long small armes twain.