Love
Iannoula
From Ballads and Lyrics of Old France, with Other Poems
ALL the maidens were merry and wed
All to lovers so fair to see;
The lover I took to my bridal bed
He is not long for love and me.
I spoke to him and he noting said,
I gave him bread of the wheat so fine,
He did not eat of the bridal bread,
He did not drink of the bridal wine.
I made him a bed was soft and deep,
I made him a bed to sleep with me;
‘Look on me once before you sleep,
And look on the flower of my fair body.
‘Flowers of April, and fresh May-dew,
Dew of April and buds of May;
Two white blossoms that bud for you,
Buds that blossom before the day.’
Cite this poem
MLA
Lang, Andrew. “Iannoula.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/lang/168/.
Chicago
Lang, Andrew. “Iannoula.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/lang/168/.
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