Marvel no more although The songs I sing do moan, For other life than woe I never proved none. And in my heart also Is graven with letters deep A thousand sighs and mo, A flood of tears to weep. How may a man in smart Find matter to rejoice? How may a mourning heart Set forth a pleasant voice? Play who that can that part: Needs must in me appear How fortune, overthwart, Doth cause my mourning cheer. Perdy! there is no man If he never saw sight, That perfectly tell can The nature of the light. Alas! how should I than, That never tast but sour, But do as I began Continually to lour. But yet perchance some chance May chance to change my tune; And when such chance doth chance Than shall I thank fortune. And if such chance do chance, Perchance, ere it be long, For such a pleasant chance To sing some pleasant song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 63 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO CORINTH by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR REQUIEM FOR ONE SLAIN IN BATTLE by GEORGE LUNT THE RETORT by GEORGE POPE MORRIS TO MICHAL: SONNETS AFTER MARRIAGE: 8. AFTER RONSARD by CHARLES WILLIAMS EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS TO DAMON by JANE (HUGHES) BRERETON THE BOHEMIANS OF BOSTON AND THEIR WAYS; A MEMORY OF THE JACOBEAN CRAZE by FRANK GELETT BURGESS |