for me, that I have lost
E'en all almost;
Sunk is my sight, set is my sun,
And all the loom of life undone:
The staff, the elm, the prop, the shelt'ring wall
my vine did crawl,
Now, now blown down; needs must the old stock fall.
E'en all almost;
Sunk is my sight, set is my sun,
And all the loom of life undone:
The staff, the elm, the prop, the shelt'ring wall
my vine did crawl,
Now, now blown down; needs must the old stock fall.
Robert Herrick
