Classic Poem

There is joyelove and saddelove mine was joye
Andde she wentte alonge the streette dreamminge she
Was Quaker and slending and her haire was
A boy's blacke and blacke eyes she had too smyled
Seriously and weppt cheerfully timid brave
Coward knave virgin strumpet woman girl
Miser spendthrifte poet wenche gold tin pearle
Pure obscene dirty cleane Princess witche childe

She wentte alonge the siddewalke like the milde
Newe sunboye aheade of her and I creppte
In backe of her wilde newe shadowe brande newe
And I remembered her in Egypt I
Remembered her in Alexandria andde
Quaker girls China quakerlove yes yes