There was never nothing more me pained, Nor nothing more me moved, As when my sweetheart her complained That ever she me loved. Alas the while! With piteous look she said, and sighed: "Alas, what aileth me To love and set my wealth so light On him that loveth not me?" Alas the while! "Was I not well void of all pain, When that nothing me grieved? And now with sorrows I must complain, And cannot be relieved." Alas the while! "My restful nights and joyful days Since I began to love Be take from me; all thing decays, Yet can I not remove." Alas the while! She wept and wrung her hands withal, The tears fell in my neck; She turned her face and let it fall; Scarcely therewith could speak. Alas the while! Her pains tormented me so sore That comfort had I none, But cursed my fortune more and more To see her sob and groan. Alas the while! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON MY JOYFUL DEPARTURE FROM THE CITY OF COLOGNE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SHRUBBERY, WRITTEN IN A TIME OF AFFLICTION by WILLIAM COWPER ODES IV, 7. TO TORQUATUS. DIFFUGERE NIVES by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS ADLESTROP by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE ROSEBUSH AND THE TRINITY by ALFRED BARRETT PIETRO ARETINO by LUCIUS MORRIS BEEBE CHINESE DRAWINGS: A PHILOSOPHER by WITTER BYNNER THE PASSING OF THE OLD VERMONT MEETINGHOUSE by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |