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A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 23. YET STILL I LIVE by THOMAS CAMPION

Poet Analysis

First Line: NO GRAVE FOR WOE, YET EARTH MY WATERY TEARS DEVOURS
Last Line: MY DAY IS NIGHT, MY LIFE MY DEATH, AND ALL BUT SENSE OF SORROW.
Subject(s): GRIEF;
No grave for woe, yet earth my watery tears devours;
Sighs want air, and burnt desires kind pity's showers:
Stars hold their fatal course, my joys preventing:
The earth, the sea, the air, the fire, the heavens vow my tormenting.
Yet still I live, and waste my weary days in groans,
And with woful tunes adorn despairing moans.
Night still prepares a more displeasing morrow;
My day is night, my life my death, and all but sense of sorrow.



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