When my life start to shine, <br /> And thou bestow me with mirth; <br />I feel thou so dear to mine, <br /> As if we’ve vows each other since birth. <br /> <br />I carved thy name in my bosom, <br /> The knock melt’d my frozen heart; <br />How thou can’t feel it in a dozen <br /> As wing of love in the sky depart. <br /> <br />When I vow thee to be my bride, <br /> A friend turn’d to be my foe; <br />Makes tempest howl for devotion and pride, <br /> Ending with frown adversity and woe. <br /> <br />My tears pour and mingle in blood, <br /> From my breathless bosom mourn’d; <br />Lament in anguish for the vanity of god, <br /> Crying for this fate to turn’d.<br /><br />Instalasi Sastra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-man-whose-fate-is-anguish/
