by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Alas, what a wretched life
Language: English 
Alas, what a wretched life is this,
Nay what a death,
Where the tyrant, Love, commandeth.

My flowring days are in their prime declining,
All my proud hope, quite fallen, and life untwining:
My joys each after other in haste are flying
And leave me dying for her that scorns my crying.
O she from hence departs, my Love refraining,
For whom, all heartless, alas, I die complaining.

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This text was added to the website: 2004-12-08
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Word count: 68