03.01.2011, 17:45
Alexander Montgomerie
ca. 1545 - 1610
I dreamit ane dreame, o that my dreame wer trew!
Me thocht my maistres to my chalmer came
And with hir harmeles handis the cowrteingis dew
And sweitlie callit on me be my name.
"Art ye on sleip," quod sche, "o fy for schame!
Have ye nocht tauld that luifaris takis no rest?"
Me thocht I answerit, "Trew it is my dame,
I sleip nocht so your luif dois me molest."
With that me thocht hir nicht-gowne of sche cuist,
Liftit the claiss and lichtit in my armis;
Hir rosie lippis me thocht on me sche thrist
And said, "May this nocht stanche you of your harmes!"
"Mercy Madame," me thocht I menit to say,
Bot quhen I walkennit, alace, sche was away.
ca. 1545 - 1610
I dreamit ane dreame, o that my dreame wer trew!
Me thocht my maistres to my chalmer came
And with hir harmeles handis the cowrteingis dew
And sweitlie callit on me be my name.
"Art ye on sleip," quod sche, "o fy for schame!
Have ye nocht tauld that luifaris takis no rest?"
Me thocht I answerit, "Trew it is my dame,
I sleip nocht so your luif dois me molest."
With that me thocht hir nicht-gowne of sche cuist,
Liftit the claiss and lichtit in my armis;
Hir rosie lippis me thocht on me sche thrist
And said, "May this nocht stanche you of your harmes!"
"Mercy Madame," me thocht I menit to say,
Bot quhen I walkennit, alace, sche was away.