Divena Collins

Where Art Thou....Sicilian Sonnet

Oh where art thou my dearest lover I pray
Dost thy not love me like I do thee now
Am I to have lost my true honour this day
When I shareth my vanity alone with thou
Why doth thou treat a poor maiden this way;
To be shamed I wouldst for thee endow
Alas my pure vanity hath now fled astray
My forsaken chastity taketh a final bow;
Harken 'twas a broken twig I didst hear
Hidden 'neath the olde sweeping willow tree
My trembling body now shaketh with fear
Mayhaps 'tis my lover most precious be he;
"Twas that thee my love, oh my dearest dear
With all my person I trembleth for thee."

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