Sunday, October 11, 2009

Poetry Sunday (10-11-09 edition)

Love Me Little, Love Me Long
Author Anonymous
Originally Printed in 1569


Love me little, love me long!
Is the burden of my song:
Love that is too hot and strong
Burneth soon to waste.
Still I would not have thee cold,--
Not too backward, nor too bold,
Love that lasteth till 't is old
Fadeth not in haste.
Love me little, love me long!
Is the burden of my song.

If thou lovest me too much,
'T will not prove as true a touch;
Love me little more than such,--
For I fear the end.
I'm with little well content,
And a little from thee sent
Is enough, with true intent
To be steadfast, friend.

Say thou lovest me, while thou live
I to thee my love will give,
Never dreaming to deceive
While that life endures;
Nay, and after death, in sooth,
I to thee will keep my truth,
As now when in my May of youth:
This my love assures.

Constant love is moderate ever,
And it will through life persevere;
Give me that with true endeavor,--
I will it restore.
A suit of endurance let it be,
For all weathers,--that for me,--
For the land or for the sea:
Lasting evermore.

Winter's cold or summer's heat,
Autumn's tempests on it beat;
It can never know defeat,
Never can rebel:
Such the love that I would gain,
Such the love, I tell thee plain,
Thou must give, or woo in vain:
So to thee-- farewell!

1 comment:

Mary Ann DeBorde said...

Mary D

What a beautiful poem!!! Wish we knew the author and who/what inspired him to write it :)