Allas, deth! Who made thee so hardy To take awey the most nobill princesse, Which comfort was of my liif and body -- Mi wele, my joy, my plesere and ricchesse? But syn thou hast biraft me my maystres, Take me, poore wrecche, hir cely serviture, For levyr had y hastily forto dy Than langwysshe in this karfull tragedy In payne, sorowe, and woofull aventure! Allas! Nad she of eche good thing plente, Flowryng in youthe and in hir lustynes? I biseche God, acursid mote thou be, O false Deth, so full of gret rudenes! Had thou hir taken in unweldynes, As had thou not ydoon so gret rigure; But thou, alak, hast take hir hastily, And, welaway! this left me pitously In payne, sorow, and wooful aventure. Allas! alone am y out compane! Fare well, my lady, fare well, my gladnes! Now is the love partid twix yow and me -- Yet, what for then, y make yow here promes That with prayers y shall of gret larges Here serve yow ded while my liif may endure, Out forgetyng in slouthe, or slogardy, Biwaylyng oft yowre deth with wepyng ey, In payne, sorow, and wofull aventure. O God, that lordist every creature, Graunt of thi grace thi right forto mesure On alle the offens she hath doon wilfully, So that the good sowle of hir now not ly In payne, sorow, and wofull aventure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE GLOW-WORM by WILLIAM COWPER THE CONFLICT by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE END OF THE EPISODE by THOMAS HARDY THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: DECEMBER by EDMUND SPENSER CLERICAL OPPRESSORS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE UNSPOKEN by ANNE MILLAY BREMER A CHILD ASLEEP by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO JOHN TAYLOR by ROBERT BURNS UPON MY LORD CHIEF JUSTICE HIS ELECTION OF MY LADY ANNE WENTWORTH FOR HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW |