Elegy For Himself
Elegy For Himself is a poem proposed for Poets in Prison, for which Delia's papers contain chord sequences.
CHIDIOCK TICHBORNE (1558?-86) [...] Elegy For Himself Written 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 yet 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. [Verses of Praise and Joy, 1586]