Classic Poem

The green that you did wish me wear
Aye for your love,
And on my helm a branch to bear,
Not to remove;
Was ever you to have in mind,
Whom Cupid hath my Feer assigned.

As I, in this, have done your will,
And mind to do,
So I request you to fulfil
My fancy too.
A green and loving heart to have,
And this is all that I do crave.

For if your flowering heart should change
His colour green,
Or you at length a Lady strange
Of me be seen;
Then will my branch, against his use,
His colour change for your refuse.

As Winter's force cannot deface
This branch his hue;
So let no change of love disgrace
Your friendship true.
You were mine own, and so be still;
So shall we live and love our fill.

Then may I think myself to be
Well recompensed,
For wearing of the Tree that is
So well defenced
Against all weather that doth fall,
When wayward Winter spits his gall.

And when we meet, to try me true
Look on my head;
And I will crave an oath of you,
Where faith be fled?
So shall we both assured be;
Both I of you, and you of me.