Alas this moon knew no dark,
Where lay eclipsed my wrong,
Now no light can hide my ark.
Now, a breath still as light,
So give torch ne give as such,
What words pass on falser right,
That appoint my brief yond march,
O Muses that calm my heart away:
Give me reprieve that I stay away,
That all I live shall turn away,
For all I say may echo all away.
Though life subtle gives nay,
And so I walk the walk I deigned,
In hair by strand greys by day,
But whose day is wrought if feigned?
Allay this doom fates doom this allay!
Come; a branch no leaves shall part,
Ne ate nor drink neither brew nor naught,
Now noon is naught of night as art,
But mine walk through pillar ye ought,
And all who grieve my pass, oh solemn,
Now cheat my heart, of Hers, I beseech,
Where is she? I give word for contemn,
A whisper then is the soothing speech,
Deliver words if not by eyes nor waned,
That ghost alone carries my free thought,
Aghast is mine ay this mind so caned,
Is spoke and ere I see her to my ought
Shall I pass over Elysium for pride deny,
I am the Prince of all Sin to declare,
No gentleman is I who sees whom I can lie,
In whose throne as still no way is lair
Now all is still, all so silent,
All ghosts am I, now I’m me no more!
Nor shall He, Jupiter, my sword for rent!
But all I am, unforgiven is me no more.

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