Favor

Faire Fashion's Way - III

A favor he would beg of thee, faire maid,
And wear it proud and bold upon his fame
That thou had'st smiled his way, and mayhap bade
Him closer in thy favor's light. Still, dame
Or damsel, know ye in the sight of all
Thy favor lightly laid and gayly giv'n
Is ofttimes not so easily recall'd.
When ardor's heat is sated oft 'tis driv'n
To find new fuel upon which it may feed,
Leaving its mark where it hath pass'd. Firmly
Such favor loosely giv'n may lay the seed
Of weighty matter yet to come. Then see --
Though memory of favor past be dim,
The babe within thy arms shall favor him.