Tuesday, June 16, 2009

to Anne

Alas, my love, you do me wrong

words of a king
demons of a man
seeking refuge into the heart of a woman

To cast me off discourteously

you truthful subject
yet only true to your desires

For I have loved you well and long

your grace enslaved a Tudor
changed a religion
delivered a bastard queen in waiting

Delighting in your company

and the clouds of history
rolled with the wind
a crowned head
into God’s lap

…And who but my lady greensleeves

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