Thursday, 19 May 2016

In a Herber Green Asleep Whereas I Lay - Robert Wever

In a herber green asleep whereas I lay,
The birds sang sweet in the midds of the day;
I dreamed fast of mirth and play:
    In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.

  Methought I walked still to and fro,
And from her company I could not go;
But when I wak'd it was not so:
    In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.

    Therefore my heart is surely pight
Of her alone to have a sight,
Which is my joy and heart's delight:
    In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.

Robert Wever (16th century) England
herber = arbour
pight = determined

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