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Poem by George Gascoigne


For That He Looked Not upon Her


YOU must not wonder, though you think it strange,
To see me hold my louring head so low;
And that mine eyes take no delight to range
About the gleams which on your face do grow.
The mouse which once hath broken out of trap,
Is seldom enticed with the trustless bait,
But lies aloof for fear of more mishap,
And feedeth still in doubt of deep deceit.
The scorched fly, which once hath 'scaped the flame,
Will hardly come again to play with fire:
Whereby I learn that grievous is the game
Which follows fancy dazzled by desire:
  So that I wink or else hold down my head,
  Because your blazing eyes my bale have bred.



George Gascoigne


George Gascoigne's other poems:
  1. The Steel Glass
  2. Woodmanship
  3. The Looks of a Lover Enamoured
  4. Sonnet 3. And every year a world my will did deem
  5. Sonnet 5. All were too little for the merchant's hand


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