Pierre Ronsard

Here you will find the Poem To His Young Mistress of poet Pierre Ronsard

To His Young Mistress

Fair flower of fifteen springs, that still 
Art scarcely blossomed from the bud, 
Yet hast such store of evil will, 
A heart so full of hardihood, 
Seeking to hide in friendly wise 
The mischief of your mocking eyes. 

If you have pity, child, give o?er; 
Give back the heart you stole from me, 
Pirate, setting so little store 
On this your captive from Love?s sea, 
Holding his misery for gain, 
And making pleasure of his pain. 

Another, not so fair of face, 
But far more pitiful than you, 
Would take my heart, if of his grace, 
My heart would give her of Love?s due; 
And she shall have it, since I find 
That you are cruel and unkind. 

Nay, I would rather that it died, 
Within your white hands prisoning, 
Would rather that it still abide 
In your ungentle comforting. 
Than change its faith, and seek to her 
That is more kind, but not so fair.