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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365851" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sir John de Vere</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir John de Vere has took a quill<br>And set himself to sit and write <br>The sweetest love that is of men <br>To take unto his heart's delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he has took a damsel fair <br>That flitteth by, beseemingly, <br>And with a strand of golden hair <br>Begun to weave her mystery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hair it flows from quill to sheet <br>In whorls and ripples it doth flow, <br>In twists and bends it eddies forth <br>To settle on the sheet below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The hair is sweet in light perfume, <br>The quill it flows from page to page, <br>The lady's love has settled there <br>For all to read and all to know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lady's hair has bound her love <br>With golden tresses to the line, <br>Her heart is caught, it knows not where, <br>But may not move, and may not go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her skin, that of the lightest hue <br>Is soft to touch and soft to dare, <br>Sir John de Vere reveals anew <br>The secrets of her every where.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The more the pen skims on the page <br>The tighter are the bonds that bind, <br>The lady swoons in righteous rage <br>At whorls and eddies in her mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In whorls and eddies it doth flow <br>The golden hair, a flowing stream, <br>The cheek is caught and now the thigh, <br>Imprisoned for the world to know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You've made my love a whore', said she <br>'For all to come and take their sup, <br>My mind is open, disarrayed, <br>And so my thighs, my kirtle's up'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir John heard not his lover's plea <br>But worked from day to night his joy <br>And took another golden strand <br>To work his quill another ploy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so his muse grew forth apace <br>His verse became a mighty work <br>And when his quill had run him dry <br>He went to seek his lover's face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sought and searched him far about <br>But never no sight of her did see, <br>Then mused apace before he turned <br>To seek the pages of his creed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Among the parchment of his room <br>He found his love within the scrip', <br>And all the art and all the grace <br>He'd taken from his lover's lip.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all the life and all the joy <br>Imprisoned on the churley sheet <br>To leave the shadow of his love <br>Bereft, and for the world to meet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir John de Vere took on the thread <br>And pulled it from the final line, <br>That words that tumbled from his head <br>Should never not, nor now to bind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as the muse its thread was broke <br>A sigh came from his shadow love, <br>And colour caught in both the cheeks <br>And life came back in all the blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The arms he loosed then gripped him fast <br>And lips that whispered him to hear, <br>He will not write his love at last <br>Nor never again, will John de Vere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">25 April 1978</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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And set himself to sit and write 
The sweetest love that is of men 
To take unto his heart's delight.

And he has took a damsel fair 
That flitteth by, beseemingly, 
And with a strand of golden hair 
Begun to weav..."></div>
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