Elegy
Chidiock Tichborne
Chidiock Tichborne (1568?-1586)
Elegy, Written with His Own Hand
in the Tower Before His Execution 1586
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,
My crop of corn is but a field of tares,
And all my good is but vain hope of gain:
The day is past, and yet I saw no sun,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
My tale was heard, and yet it was not told,
My fruit is fall'n, and yet my leaves are green,
My youth is spent, and yet I am not old,
I saw the world and yet I was not seen:
My thread is cut, and it is not spun,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
I sought my death, and found it in my womb,
I looked for life, and saw it was a shade,
I trod the earth, and knew it was my tomb,
And now I die and now I was but made:
My glass is full, and now my glass is run,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
