The Hesperides & Noble Numbers/Hesperides/His Lachrymæ; or, Mirth Turned to Mourning
371. HIS LACHRYMÆ; OR, MIRTH TURNED TO MOURNING.
Call me no more,
As heretofore,
The music of a feast;
Since now, alas!
The mirth that was
In me is dead or ceas'd.
Before I went,
To banishment,
Into the loathed west,
I could rehearse
A lyric verse,
And speak it with the best.
But time, ay me!
Has laid, I see,
My organ fast asleep,
And turn'd my voice
Into the noise
Of those that sit and weep.