When I Was Fair And Young

I was feeling a little sad and lonely, and thought of this poem.

When I was fair and young, and favor graced me,

Of many was I sought their love to be.

But I did scorn them all, and answered them therefore,

"Go, go, go seek some other-where,

Importune me no more."

How many weeping eyes I made to pine with woe;

How many sighing hearts I have no skill to show.

Yet I the prouder grew, and answered them therefore,

"Go, go, go seek some other-where,

Importune me no more."

Then spake fair Venus' son, that proud, victorious boy,

And said: "Fine sir, since that you be so coy,

I will so pluck your plumes that you shall say no more,

"Go, go, go seek some other-where,

Importune me no more."

When he had spake these words, such change grew in my heart's breast

That neither night nor day since that, I could take any rest.

Then lo, I did repent that I had said before,

Go, go, go seek some other-where,

Importune me no more.