Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me?
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me?
Behold how goodly my faire love does ly,
In proud humility!
Gather therefore the Rose, whilst yet is prime, For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower Gather the Rose of love, whilst yet is time.
So let us love, dear love, like as we ought,
Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught.
Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the course of kind.
She heard with patience all unto the end, And strove to maister sorrowful assay, Which greater grew, the more she did contend And almost rent her tender hart in tway And love fresh coles unto her fire did lay For greater love, the greater is the losse...
Where whenas death shall all the world subdew,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.
And all for love, and nothing for reward.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories