That was a time I first fell in loveBut now I wail, I lament
'Tis sad how I lost so much time
To compass my content
The day wherein I saw too late
Oh, the follies of a lover
The moment I felt such loss
As care shall never recover
That fateful night, the minute of mishap
Makes me thus to plain
The doleful fruits of a lover's pursuits,
Which labor lose in vain
Doth make me solemnly protest
As I in pain, parted from this clove
'Tis sad how I lost so much time
To compass my content
The day wherein I saw too late
Oh, the follies of a lover
The moment I felt such loss
As care shall never recover
That fateful night, the minute of mishap
Makes me thus to plain
The doleful fruits of a lover's pursuits,
Which labor lose in vain
Doth make me solemnly protest
As I in pain, parted from this clove
No time, year, day or hour
Nor a minute, good to love
1 comment:
A reflective title...nostalgia, pain , lament, loss...thts my interpretation of the poem!
"No time, year, day nor hour
Nor a minute, good to love"...fabulous lines...
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