Sweet Laurel With Fresh Rose It's Force Shall Try

[barkinmad]

When you see this, post your favorite poem in your journal.

This is my favorite poem (I don't really have one) but I had to memorize this for Theater one year, and I really, really like it.

Ballad Written For A Bride-Groom
by Francois Villion

At daybreak when the falcon claps his wings,
No whit for grief, but noble heart held high,
With loud glad noise he stirs himself and springs
And takes his meat and toward his lure draws nigh.
Such good I wish you. Yea! and heartily
I'm fired with hope of true love's meed to get
Know that Love writes it in his book, for why
This is the end for which we twain are met.

Mine own heart's lady, with no gainsayings,
You shall be always till I die
And in my right against all bitter things
Sweet laurel with fresh rose its force shall try
Seeing reason wills not that I cast love by
(Nor here with reason shall I chide or fret)
Nor cease to serve, but serve more constantly
This is the end for which we twain are met.


That's all that I had to memorize, and all that I know, but this is the rest of the poem that I've never seen before:

And, which is more, when grief about me clings
Through Fortune's fit or fume of jealousy,
You sweet kind eye beats down her threatenings
As wind doth smoke; such power sits in your eye.
Thus in your field my seed of harvestry
Thrives, for the fruit is like me that I set;
God bids me tend it with good husbandry;
This is the end for which we twain are met.

Princess, give ear to this my summary;
That heart of mine your heart's love should forget,
Shall never be: like trust in you put I:
This is the end for which we twain are met.