This is an elegy that V is studying. She read it to me, and i just though it was really nice. Also, I thought it sounded very modern, but the author (Chidiock Titchborne, what a name!) died in 1586! He was executed for being Catholic, hence the death theme. Enjoy!
- My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,
- My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,
- My crop of corn is but a field of tares,
- And all my good is but vain hope of gain;
- The day is past, and yet I saw no sun,
- And now I live, and now my life is done.
- My tale was heard and yet it was not told,
- My fruit is fallen, and yet my leaves are green,
- My youth is spent and yet I am not old,
- I saw the world and yet I was not seen;
- My thread is cut and yet it is not spun,
- And now I live, and now my life is done.
- I sought my death and found it in my womb,
- I looked for life and saw it was a shade,
- I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb,
- And now I die, and now I was but made;
- My glass is full, and now my glass is run,
- And now I live, and now my life is done.
1 comment:
It's a good one, but I wouldn't describe it as "nice".... too deadly to be nice, if you know what I mean :-)
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