I do not ofttimes descry such rhymes as thine,
lest I should divest all remembrance
of the inequity of tragedy and aching anxiety,
and thence my wretchedness wouldn't digress in tearshed.
And if my misfortunes can't cleanse my substance
in my weeping, mourning this bittersweet feeling,
then when at my last gasp of breath I'd be distressed
if devoid of the joy that you employ in your poem.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
I do not ofttimes descry such rhymes as thine,
lest I should divest all remembrance
of the inequity of tragedy and aching anxiety,
and thence my wretchedness wouldn't digress in tearshed.
And if my misfortunes can't cleanse my substance
in my weeping, mourning this bittersweet feeling,
then when at my last gasp of breath I'd be distressed
if devoid of the joy that you employ in your poem.
