A Ditty (Sir Philip Sidney)

Don't know a bit bout the poet, but this is a ditty, uh huh.

Only, it's not. At least I don't think so. There is no rhythm, no gait, no musicality. It just sounds so ploddingly.

I like the poem, I think. It's a nice message: "My true-love hath my heart, and I have his." But there is no magic in it. No unique turns of phrase or striking comparisons, nada.

So, ya know, meh.

Favorite line: "His heart in me keeps him and me in one"