Treasure Island

John Wilbye

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

Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting


Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting,
Which clad in damask mantles deck the arbours,
And then behold your lips, where sweet Love harbours,
My eyes present me with a double doubting.
For, viewing both alike, hardly my mind supposes
Whether the roses be your lips or your lips the roses.

Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012

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