Alas! so all things now do hold their peace, <br />Heaven and earth disturbed in nothing. <br />The beasts, the air, the birds their song do cease, <br />The night{:e}s chare the stars about doth bring. <br />Calm is the sea, the waves work less and less: <br />So am not I, whom love, alas, doth wring, <br />Bringing before my face the great increase <br />Of my desires, whereat I weep and sing <br />In joy and woe, as in a doubtful ease. <br />For my sweet thoughts sometime do pleasure bring, <br />But by and by the cause of my disease <br />Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting, <br />When that I think what grief it is again <br />To live and lack the thing should rid my pain.<br /><br />Henry Howard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alas-so-all-things-now-do-hold-their-peace/
