All night I muse, all day I cry, <br /> Ay me! <br /> Yet still I wish, though still deny, <br /> Ay me! <br /> I sigh, I mourn, and say that still <br /> I only live my joys to kill, <br /> Ay me ! <br /> <br /> I feed the pain that on me feeds, <br /> Ay me! <br /> My wound I stop not, though it bleeds, <br /> Ay me! <br /> Heart, be content, it must be so, <br /> For springs were made to overflow, <br /> Ay me! <br /> <br /> Then sigh and weep, and mourn thy fill, <br /> Ay me! <br /> Seek no redress, but languish still, <br /> Ay me! <br /> Their griefs more willing they endure <br /> That know when they are past recure, <br /> Ay me!<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sighs-2/
