Home  »  English Poetry I  »  71. Diaphenia

English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

Henry Constable

71. Diaphenia

DIAPHENIA like the daffadowndilly,

White as the sun, fair as the lily,

Heigh ho, how I do love thee!

I do love thee as my lambs

Are belovéd of their dams;

How blest were I if thou would’st prove me.

Diaphenia like the spreading roses,

That in thy sweets all sweets encloses,

Fair sweet, how I do love thee!

I do love thee as each flower

Loves the sun’s life-giving power;

For dead, thy breath to life might move me.

Diaphenia like to all things blesséd,

When all thy praises are expresséd,

Dear joy, how I do love thee!

As the birds do love the spring,

Or the bees their careful king:

Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me!