Depairt, depairt, depairt -- Allace! I most depairt From hir that hes my hart, With hairt full soir; Aganis my will in deid, And can find no remeid: I wait the pains of deid -- Can do no moir. . . . Adew, my ain sueit thing, My joy and comforting, My mirth and sollesing Of erdly gloir: Fair weill, my lady bricht, And my remembrance rycht; Fair weill and haif gud nycht: I say no moir. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MENELAUS AND HELEN by RUPERT BROOKE CHRISTMAS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DYING SPEECH OF AN OLD PHILOSOPHER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR MONODY ON THE ASTOR HOUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE SALZBURG CHIMES by HENRY ALFORD NEW YEAR'S EVE by GEORGE ARNOLD NIGHT LAUGHTER by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) |