Ye Desyre of ye Clowne for ye Starre

Carolyn Wells

In whycke ye sit- Ye minstrel boy, hee trolled a laye,

uaytion is sette Untoe a shyning starre;

forth Ye starre was verye farre awaye,

Oh, verye, verye farre!

Ye minstrel hathe Ye minstrel, an impassioned swayne,

aw'ye with ye Lauded ye starre above

laydies Alle other orbes, in dulcet strayne

Of golden-throated love.

Ye starre is per- Hee pledde, "Oh, lovely Starre, bee mine!"

sitaydcd by ye And humorynge hys whym,

minstrel's pleadynge In her raydiance divyne,

Thatte starre juste felle for hym!

Butte ye minstrel was Ye minstrel, an ambytious youthe,

onlie following ye ad- Straitwaye forebore to woo;

vyce of one Emersonne "I wante you, Starre," hee saide, "in truth,

To hitche my waggonne to!"