I lead a life unpleasant, nothing glad. Cry and complaint afar voids joyfulness. Sore chargeth me unrest that naught shall fade. Pain and despite hath altered pleasantness. Ago long, since that she hath truly made Disdain for truth, set light is steadfastness. I have cause good to sing this song. Plain or rejoice who feeleth weal or wrong. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE COMING OF SNOW by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE AWAKENING RIVER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: BARRETT BAYS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THREE SPRING NOTATIONS ON BIPEDS by CARL SANDBURG THE LIVING STARS by GEORGE SANTAYANA |