Love and fortune and my mind, remember Of that that is now, with that that hath been, Do torment me so that I very often Envy them beyond all measure. Love slayeth mine heart; fortune is depriver Of all my comfort; the foolish mind then Burneth and plaineth as one that seldom Liveth in rest, still in displeasure. My pleasant days they fleet away and pass, But daily yet the ill doth change into the worse; And more than the half is run of my course. Alas, not of steel but of brickle glass, I see that from mine hand falleth my trust, And all my thoughts are dashed into dust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIME THE HANGMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A NYMPH'S PASSION by BEN JONSON MUCH LOVE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE COVERT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN EXPEDITIONAL by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB TO BETTINE; THE CHILD-FRIEND OF GOETHE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |