Louise Imogen Guiney

Here you will find the Poem Valse Jeune of poet Louise Imogen Guiney

Valse Jeune

ARE favoring ladies above thee?
Are there dowries and lands? Do they say
Seven others are fair? But I love thee:
Aultre n?auray!

All the sea is a lawn in our country; 
All the morrow, our star of delay.
I am King: let me live on thy bounty!
Aulture n?auray!

To the fingers so light and so rosy
That have pinioned my heart,(welladay!) 
Be a kiss, be a ring with this posy:
Aultre n?auray!