Katharine Ogie
Language: English
As walking forth to view the plain,
Upon a morning early,
While May's sweet scent did cheer my brain,
From flowers which grow so rarely;
I chanced to meet a pretty maid,
She shined, though it was fogie;
I asked her name: Sweet Sir, she said,
My name is Katharine Ogie.
I stood a while, and did admire,
To see a nymph so stately;
So brisk an air there did appear,
In a country maid so neatly.
Such natural sweetness she displayed,
Like a lilie in a bogie,
Diana's self was ne'er arrayed
Like this same Katharine Ogie.
But I fear the gods have not decreed
For me so fine a creature;
Whose beauty rare makes her exceed
All other works in nature.
Clouds of despair surround my love,
That are both dark and fogie;
Pity my case, ye powers above,
Else I die for Katharine Ogie!
GLOSSARY
Bogie = bog, marsh
Submitted by Ferdinando Albeggiani
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Text added to the website: 2012-07-03 00:00:00.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:04:58
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