Once on my tongue thy name doth make me quiver.
Heavenly syllables I near can't stand
To speak without a tremble and shiver.
You will one day wear my wedding band.
Rosalind I must repeat thy name
Gracious, beautiful, kind Rosalind
It is the only thing to keep me sane
Thy name, thy face is always on my mind.
The epitome of what a maid should be,
Calm and collected, filled with subtle grace.
I imagine the life you'd build with me.
Therefore thy name should be in every place
- I wish and hope to see you more than once
Without you every action I do ponce
YOU ARE READING
As You Like It poems
PoetryI am performing the Shakespeare play 'As You Like It'. In this play Orlando writes many (bad) poems which he hangs on trees. We thought it would be fun to give the audience some of these poems so I have been hard at work setting pen to paper.
