To his deare Valentine, Mistresse Margaret Falconbrige

Margaret Falconbrige

Now is your turne (my Dearest) to be set
A Jem in this eternall Coronet:
'Twas rich before; but since your Name is downe,
It sparkles now like Ariadne's Crowne.
Blaze by this Sphere for ever: Or this doe,
Let Me and It shine evermore by you.
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.