Richard Lovelace

(1618-1657 / London / England)

To Lucasta - Poem by Richard Lovelace

I.
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.

II.
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.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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