Green Groweth the Holly

By Henry VIII, King of England Henry VIII, King of England
Green groweth the holly,
So doth the ivy.
Though winter blasts blow never so high,
Green groweth the holly.

As the holly groweth green
And never changeth hue,
So I am, ever hath been,
Unto my lady true.

As the holly groweth green
With ivy all alone
When flowers cannot be seen
And greenwood leaves be gone,

Now unto my lady
Promise to her I make,
From all other only
To her I me betake.

Adieu, mine own lady,
Adieu, my special
Who hath my heart truly
Be sure, and ever shall.

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Poet Henry VIII, King of England


SCHOOL / PERIOD Renaissance

Subjects Living, Love, Separation & Divorce, Nature, Relationships, Romantic Love, Infatuation & Crushes

Poetic Terms Rhymed Stanza, Simile

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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