Alas, Fortune, what aileth thee Thus evermore to torment me? Although that I unworthy be Thou wilt not change. Fainest when I would obtain, Then thou hast me still in disdain. Wilt thou thus still increase my pain And wilt not change? Alas! doth this not thee suffice? What proof yet canst thou more devise Than still to torment me in this wise And yet not change? What should I more to thee now say? Some hope in me doth rest alway, Yet, bound to thee, I do obey. When wilt thou change? Seeing there is no remedy, I will thee suffer patiently, Sure in trust at last, perdie, That thou wilt change. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AGING TOGETHER by CLARENCE MAJOR A CERTAIN POET ON THE DEBATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 11 by EZRA POUND NICHARCHUS UPON PHIDON HIS DOCTOR by EZRA POUND OCTAVES: 16 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |