Her Praise
SHE is foremost of those that I would hear praised.
I have gone about the house, gone up and down
As a man does who has published a new book,
Or a young girl dressed out in her new gown,
And though I have turhe talk by hook or crook
Until her praise should be the uppermost theme,
A oke of some ale she had read,
A man fusedly in a half dream
As though some other name ran in his head.
She is foremost of those that I would hear praised.
I will talk no more of books or the long war
But walk by the dry thorn until I have found
Some beggar sheltering from the wind, and there
Mahe talk until her name e round.
If there be rags enough he will know her name
And be well pleased remembering it, for in the old days,
Though she had young mens praise and old mens blame,
Among the poor both old and young gave her praise.