I sung sometimes my thoughts- and fancy's pleasure,
Where then I list, or time serv-d best and leisure,
While Daphne did invite me
To supper once, and drank to me to spite me.
I smil-d, yet still did doubt her,
And drank where she had drank before, to flout her.
But oh while I did eye her,
My eyes drank love, my lips drank burning fire.
I Sung Sometimes
John Wilbye
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Poem topics: fire, sometimes, time, pleasure, doubt, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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