Robert Dudley - The Knot Garden
Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2019 12:26 am
revision
Design will pleasure her: these borders
of thyme, those beds of marigold.
It was a scented, moonless night
his wife fell down the stairs. He is bold.
No wifely tears will worry deceit.
No favoured courtier's gossip to fret.
This counterfeit is safe inside
his fragrant garden. No regrets.
He plays with royal pearls, unlaces
the silk from under perfumed bliss;
despite that whiff of shame, his lips
- this Queen must pluck his cunning kiss.
original
No wifely tears to stain and mute
deceit. No court gossip to fret.
This counterfeit unruffled inside
his fragrant scheming. No regrets.
Design will pleasure her: these borders
of thyme, those beds of marigold,
will thread intent. A scented night
his wife fell down the stairs. He is bold.
He plays with royal pearls, unlaces
the silk from under perfumed bliss;
despite that whiff of shame, his lips
- this Queen must pluck his cunning kiss.
Design will pleasure her: these borders
of thyme, those beds of marigold.
It was a scented, moonless night
his wife fell down the stairs. He is bold.
No wifely tears will worry deceit.
No favoured courtier's gossip to fret.
This counterfeit is safe inside
his fragrant garden. No regrets.
He plays with royal pearls, unlaces
the silk from under perfumed bliss;
despite that whiff of shame, his lips
- this Queen must pluck his cunning kiss.
original
No wifely tears to stain and mute
deceit. No court gossip to fret.
This counterfeit unruffled inside
his fragrant scheming. No regrets.
Design will pleasure her: these borders
of thyme, those beds of marigold,
will thread intent. A scented night
his wife fell down the stairs. He is bold.
He plays with royal pearls, unlaces
the silk from under perfumed bliss;
despite that whiff of shame, his lips
- this Queen must pluck his cunning kiss.