Ah me!
Am I the swain
That late from sorrow free
Did all the cares on earth disdain?
And still untouched, as at some safer games,
Played with the burning coals of love, and beauty’s flames?
Was’t I could dive, and sound each passion’s secret depth at will?
And from those huge o’erwhelmings rise, by help of reason still?
And am I now, O heavens! for trying this in vain,
So sunk that I shall never rise again?
Then let despair set sorrow’s string,
For strains that doleful be;
And I will sing,
Ah me!
But why,
O fatal time,
Dost thou constrain that I
Should perish in my youth’s sweet prime?
I, but awhile ago, (you cruel powers!)
In spite of fortune, cropped contentment’s sweetest flowers,
And yet unscorn
(George Wither)
More Poetry from George Wither:
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