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ELEGY, by                    
First Line: In sad and ashy weeds I sigh
Last Line: Do all console my woe.
Alternate Author Name(s): Arundell, Duchess Of
Variant Title(s): Elegy On The Death Of Her Husband
Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness


In sad and ashy weeds I sigh,
I groan, I pine, I mourn;
My oaten yellow reeds I all
To jet and ebon turn.
My watery eyes, like winter's skies,
My furrow'd cheeks o'erflow:
All heavens know why, men mourn as I,
And who can blame my woe?

In sable robes of night my days
Of joy consumed be;
My sorrow sees no lights
Through sorrow nothing see:
For now my sun his course has run,,
And from his sphere doth go
To endless bed of folded lead,
And who can blame my woe?

My flocks I now forsake, that so
My sheep my grief may know;
The lilies loth to take, that since
His death presum'd to grow.
I envy air, because it dare
Still breathe and he not so;
Hate earth that doth entomb his youth,
And who can blame my woe?

Not I, poor I alone - (alone
How can this sorrow be?)
Not only men make moan, but more
Than men make moan with me:
The gods of greens, the mountain queens,
The fairy circled row,
The Muses nine, and Powers divine,
Do all console my woe.






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