LONG as I can call to mind, Never was so much of ill. In the world you shall not find One who does attain his will. So it was, and is alas! Grief did ever hearts harass. Joy and sorrow both shall pass. He whose passion is misprized Vainly suffers agony. Where's the gain, to be despised?— Only sorrow's usury. This is all that I have got. She I loved so well hath not Deigned assuage my cruel lot. "Constancy is lovers' aid."— This is but a juggler's tale. Since on her my eyes first strayed, Never did my service fail. From that service I depart.— No, I cannot rend my heart.— Love, a childish game thou art! @3Sir Walther von der Vogelweide@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUSSEX DRINKING SONG by HILAIRE BELLOC THE HEMP (A VIRGINIA LEGEND) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE WOMEN WITH FABLED HAIR by MADELINE DEFREES ISOLATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BATTLEDORE AND SHUTTLECOCK by AMY LOWELL |