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...RUINES OF ROME by JOACHIM DU BELLAY THE SLEEP by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SHELTERED GARDEN by HILDA DOOLITTLE EPITHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER THE BROOK; AN IDYL by ALFRED TENNYSON TO THE MEMORY OF SAMUEL WHITBREAD by BERNARD BARTON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 40 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |