(24 January 1572 - 31 March 1631 / London, England)


I never did, I never did,
I never did like "Now take care, dear!"
I never did, I never did,
I never did want "Hold-my-hand";
I never did, I never did,
I never did think much of "Not up there, dear!"
It's no good saying it.
They don't understand.

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Love is a growing or full constant light" Beautiful poetic expression as also the poem.
But, now the sun is just above our head, We do those shadows tread, And to brave clearness all things are reduc'd. So whilst our infant loves did grow, Disguises did, and shadows, flow From us, and our cares; but now 'tis not so. great write great 10+++++++++++++++++++
I really loved this poem. A light for all poets who bask in the shadows.
......these thoughts on shadows lets us know we are mortal and alive....great write..
This is poetry, no doubt. To enjoy a poem, one doesn't have to read through pages. Few words, running in to many pages in meaning. Great stuff. I like it.