John Wilbye

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

Stay, Corydon, Thou Swain - Poem by John Wilbye

Stay, Corydon, thou swain,
Talk not so soon of dying:
What though thy heart be slain,
What though thy love be flying?
She threatens thee, but dares not strike,
Thy nymph is light and shadow-like;
For if thou follow her, she'll fly from thee;
But if thou fly from her, she'll follow thee.


Comments about Stay, Corydon, Thou Swain by John Wilbye

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012



[Report Error]