Tytuł: To everlasting oblivion

• Wykonawca: L'Ame Immortelle
• Wyświetleń: 271

  
   Thou mighty gulf, insatiate cormorant
  Deride me not, thought I seem petulant
  To fall into thy chops. Let others pray
  For ever their fair poems flourish may.
  
  But as for me, hungry oblivion
  Devour me quick, accept my orison
  My earnest prayers, which do importune thee,
  With gloomy shade of thy still empery,
  To vail both me and my poesy
  
  Far worthier lines in silence of thy state
  Do sleep securely free from love or hate,
  From which this living never can be exempt
  But whilst it breathes will hate and fury tempt
  
  Then close his eyes with thy all-dimming hand,
  Which not right glorious actions can withstand
  Peace, hateful tongues, I now in silence pace
  Unless some hound do wake me from my place
  I with this sharp, yet well meant poesy
  Will sleep secure, right free from injury
  Of cankered hate, or rankest villainy