Alas! so all things now do hold their peace

Alas! so all things now do hold their peace,
Heaven and earth disturb├Ęd in no thing.
The beast, the air, the birds their song do cease;
The night├Ęs chare the stars about doth bring;
Calm is the sea, the waves work less and less.
So am not I, whom love, alas, doth wring,
Bringing before my face the great increase
Of my desires, whereat I weep and sing,
In joy and woe, as in a doubtful ease:
For my sweet thoughts sometime do pleasure bring,
But by and by the cause of my disease
Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting,
When that I think what grief it is, again,
To live, and lack the thing should rid my pain.