William Shakespeare. 1564–1616

The Passionate Pilgrim, IX.

“Fair was the morn when the fair queen of love”

FAIR was the morn when the fair queen of love,
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Paler for sorrow than her milk-white dove,  
For Adon’s sake, a youngster proud and wild;  
Her stand she takes upon a steep-up hill:  
Anon Adonis comes with horn and hounds;    5
She, silly queen, with more than love’s good will,  
Forbade the boy he should not pass those grounds:  
‘Once,’ quoth she, ‘did I see a fair sweet youth  
Here in these brakes deep-wounded with a boar,  
Deep in the thigh, a spectacle of ruth!   10
See, in my thigh,’ quoth she, ‘here was the sore.  
  She showed hers; he saw more wounds than one,  
  And blushing fled, and left her all alone.