Like as the swan towards her death Doth strain her voice with doleful note, Right so sing I with waste of breath, I die! I die! and you regard it not. I shall enforce my fainting breath That all that hears this deadly note Shall know that you doth cause my death: I die! I die! and you regard it not. Your unkindness hath sworn my death, And changed hath my pleasant note To painful sighs that stops my breath I die! I die! and you regard it not. Consumeth my life, faileth my breath; Your fault is forger of this note, Melting in tears, a cruel death: I die! I die! and you regard it not. My faith with me after my death Buried shall be, and to this note I do bequeath my very breath To cry: "I died and you regard it not." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOUNTAIN FARM by MALCOLM COWLEY ABOVE AND WITHIN by DAVID IGNATOW INTERRACIAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO EMILIE BIGELOW HAPGOOD - PHILANTHROPIST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AT NIGHT; SONNET by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY BAKER, AT NEW YORK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |