Classic Poem

Shee whose faire flowrs no autumne makes decay,
Whose hue celestiall, earthly hues doth staine,
Into a pleasant odoriferous plaine
Did walke alone, to braue the pride of Maye;
And whilst through checkred lists shee made her way,
Which smil'd about her sight to entertaine,
Loe, vnawares, where Loue did hid remaine,
Shee spide, and sought to make of him her prey;
For which, of golden lockes a fairest haire,
To binde the boy, she tooke; but hee, afraid
At her approach, sprang swiftly in the aire,
And mounting farre from reach, look'd backe and said,
Why shouldst thou, sweet, me seeke in chaines to binde,
Sith in thine eyes I dayly am confinde.