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The grim irony of Walsingham

25 February 2016

3:00 PM

25 February 2016

3:00 PM

As you came from the Holy land
Of Walsingham
Met you not with my true love
By the way as you came?


The Walsingham poem used to be attributed to Walter Raleigh, which must be an error. ‘True love’ had a different meaning in his gallantries, most famously when he pleasured a maid of honour against a tree.

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