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| Elegy. 14 |
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| Since shee must goe, and I must mourne, come night [137] |
| Environ mee with darknesse while I write |
| Shadow that Hell vnto mee w.ch alone |
| I am to suffer when my Loue is gon. |
| Alas the darkest Magick cannot doe it |
| Thou and greate Hell to boote ar shadows to it |
| Should Cinthia guitt thee, Venus, and each starr |
| It would not forme one thought darke as mine are |
| I could lend them obscurenesse now, and say |
| Out of my selfe there should bee no more day |
| Such is already my felt want of sight |
| Did not the fires within mee force a light. |
| Ô Loue, that fire and darknesse should bee mixt |
| Or to thy triumphs so strange torments fixt. |
| I'st because thou thy selfe art blind, that wee |
| Thy Martyrs must no more each other see? |
| Or tak'st thou pride to breake vs on the wheele |
| And view old Chaos in the payne wee feele? |
| Or haue wee left vndon some mutuall right |
| Through holy feare that merits thy despight? |
| No, no, The fault was mine, impute it mee |
| Or rather to conspiring destiny |
| Which, since I lou'd for forme before, decreed |
| That I should suffer when I lou'd indeed. |
| And therefore now, sooner then I can say |
| I saw the gold fruite, it is rapd away |
| Or as I had watch't one drop in a vast streame |
| And I left wealthy onely in a dreame.
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[CW: Yet___] |