William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
As Ye Came from the Holy LandSir Walter Raleigh (1554?1618)
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Of Walsinghame,
Met you not with my true love
By the way as you came?
That have met many a one,
As I came from the holy land,
That have come, that have gone?
But as the heavens fair;
There is none hath her form divine
In the earth or the air.
Such an angelic face,
Who like a nymph, like a queen, did appear
In her gait, in her grace.
All alone, as unknown,
Who sometime did me lead with herself,
And me loved as her own.
And a new way doth take,
That sometime did love you as her own,
And her joy did you make?
But now am old, as you see:
Love likes not the falling fruit,
Nor the witherèd tree.
And forgets promise past:
He is blind, he is deaf when he list,
And in faith never fast.
And a trustless joy;
He is won with a world of despair,
And is lost with a toy.
Or the word love abusèd,
Under which many childish desires
And conceits are excusèd.
In the mind ever burning,
Never sick, never dead, never cold,
From itself never turning.