John Wilbye

(7 March 1574 - September 1638 / Brome, Suffolk)

Fly Not So Swift, My Dear - Poem by John Wilbye

Fly not so swift, my dear, behold me dying,
If not a smiling glance for all my crying,
Yet kill me with thy frowns.
The Satyrs o'er the lawns full nimbly dancing,
Frisk it apace to view thy beauty's glancing.
See how they coast the downs.
Fain wouldst thou turn and yield them their delight,
But that thou fear'st lest I should steal a sight.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012

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