When my loathed life, had lost the light of Olimpus, And descended downe, to the cursed caves of Avernus, Never more had I thought, of men to be inlie molested, But now alas, I see my hope is vaine: My pleasure turned, to eternall paine. For such foolish men, as I had never abused: Never abused alas, yet alas, had ever abused: Ever abused so, because so never abused. Not onely seeke to quench my kindled glorie, But also for to marre my vertues storie. And though my life were lewd, Oh how it grieves me to thinke it. Lewd as a life might be, from all good counsell abandond: And given over up, to the out cast sense of a sinner. Yet might my end, have movd them to remorce: And not to reake their teene, on sillie corse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON by JAMES JOYCE CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM WINDFLOWER LEAF by CARL SANDBURG DEXTER GORDON: COPENHAGEN/AVERY FISHER HALL by KAREN SWENSON KATHMANDU GUEST HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON |