Inexorable
1585-1649
MY thoughts hold mortal strife;
I do detest my life,
And with lamenting cries
Peace to my soul to bring
Oft call that prince which here doth monarchise:
--But he, grim-grinning King,
Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise,
Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb,
Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.
DayPoems Poem No. 230
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/230.html">Inexorable by William Drummond, of Hawthornden</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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