I laugh and sing, but cannot tell
Whether the folly on't sounds well;
But then I groan,
Methinks, in tune;
Whilst grief, despair and fear dance to the air
Of my despised prayer.
A pretty antick love does this,
Then strikes a galliard with a kiss;
As in the end
The chords they rend;
So you but with a touch from your fair hand
Turn all to saraband.
To Lucasta, I Laugh And Sing
Richard Lovelace
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Poem topics: I love you, dance, despair, fear, grief, kiss, touch, laugh, pretty, prayer, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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