Sunday, 16 February 2014

Riddle

In Mornigan’s park there is a deer,
Silver horns and golden ear,
Neither fish, flesh, feather, nor bone,
In Mornigan’s park she walks alone.


The Faber Book of Popular Verse, ed. by Geoffrey Grigson (London: Faber and Faber, 1971), 39.

Monday, 10 February 2014

[My true Love hath my heart,…] by Sir Philip Sidney

My true Love hath my heart, and I have his,
    By just exchange, one for the other given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
    There never was a better bargain driven.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
    My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own;
    I cherish his because in me it bides.
His heart his wound receiv√ęd from my sight,
    My heart was wounded, with his wounded heart;
For as from me, on him his hurt did light,
    So still methought in me his hurt did smart.
        Both, equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss:
        My true Love hath my heart, and I have his.


Everyman’s Book of English Love Poems, ed. by John Hadfield (London, Melbourne, Toronto: J M Dent & Sons, 1980), 44.