Tixall Poetry/Dispaire ("How severe is fate…")

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Tixall Poetry
edited by Arthur Clifford
Dispaire by unknown author
4306908Tixall PoetryDispaireArthur Cliffordunknown author

XL.

Dispaire.


How severe is fate, to breake a hart
That never went a roving;
To torture it with endlesse smart,
For only constant loving.

I bleed, I bleed, I melt away,
And wash my watry pillow;
I walke the woods alone all day,
And wrap me round in willow.