English poem
A Song
by Norman Gale (1862–1942)
I will not say my true love’s eyes Outshine the noblest star; But in their depth of lustre lies My peace, my truce, my war.
I will not say upon her neck Is white to shame the snow; For if her bosom hath a speck I would not have it go.
My love is as a woman sweet, And as a woman white; Who’s more than this is more than meet For me and my delight.