Classic Poem

Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
That which her slender waist confined
It fell about the Martinmas
Out of the clover and blue-eyed grass

A fool there was and he made his prayer
A flying word from here and there
It is not, Celia, in our power
I've watched you now a full half-hour

O, my luve's like a red, red rose
Love is a sickness full of woes
Balkis was in her marble town
Ay, tear her tattered ensign down!

At setting day and rising morn
She stood breast high among the corn
My heart leaps up when I behold
Ben Battle was a soldier bold

A child should always say what's true
I am his Highness' dog at Kew
By the rude bridge that arched the flood
A ruddy drop of manly blood

A little Boy was set to keep
Day set on Norham's castle steep
Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?
Give me more love, or more disdain

Love in my bosom like a bee
Love still has something of the sea
I sat with one I love last night
She was a phantom of delight