THE PENANCE
by: Nahum Tate (1652-1715)
- YMPH FANARET, the gentlest maid
- That ever happy swain obeyed,
- (For what offence I cannot say)
- A day and night, and half a day,
- Banished her shepherd from her sight:
- His fault for certain was not slight,
- Or sure this tender judge had ne'er
- Imposed a penance so severe.
- And lest she should anon revoke
- What in her warmer rage she spoke,
- She bound the sentence with an oath,
- Protested by her Faith and Troth,
- Nought should compound for his offence
- But the full time of abstinence.
- Yet when his penance-glass were run,
- His hours of castigation done,
- Should he defer one moment's space
- To come and be restored to grace,
- With sparkling threat'ning eyes she swore
- That failing would incense her more
- Than all his trespasses before.
"The Penance" is reprinted
from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New York: Crown
Publishers, 1921. |
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