The Long Love

 The long love that in my thought doth harbour, 
And in mine heart doth keep his residence, 
Into my face presseth with bold pretence, 
And therein campeth, spreading his banner.
 
She that me learneth to love and suffer, 
And wills that my trust and lust's negligence 
Be reined by reason, shame, and reverence, 
With his hardiness taketh displeasure.
 
Wherewithal, unto the heart's forest he fleeth, 
Leaving his enterprise with pain and cry; 
And there him hideth, and not appeareth.
 
What may I do when my master feareth 
But in the field with him to live or die? 
For good is the life ending faithfully.

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