Friday Poetry: Sir Edward Dyer

Happy Friday!

Happy weekend everyone! I sadly have quite a busy weekend work wise but hopefully I will manage some reading and get a chance to enjoy the sunshine.

My chosen poem for today is by Sir Edward Dyer (1543-1607) who was an Elizabethan poet.

A Modest Love

The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall,
The fly her spleen, the little sparks their heat;
The slender hairs cast shadows, though but small,
And bees have stings, although they be not great;
Seas have their source, and so have shallows springs;
And love is love, in beggars as in kings. 

Where rivers smoothest run, deep are the fords;
The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move;
The firmest faith is in the fewest words;
The turtles cannot sing, and yet they love:
True hearts have eyes and ears, no tongues to speak;
They hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.

Sir Edward Dyer

Happy Reading