< Page:Poems and ballads (IA poemsballads00swinrich).pdf
Princes, and ye whom pleasure quickeneth,
This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
A BALLAD OF BURDENS.
147
And where the red was, lo the bloodless white,
And where truth was, the likeness of a liar,
And where day was, the likeness of the night;
This is the end of every man's desire.
L'ENVOY.
Heed well this rhyme before your pleasure tire;
For life is sweet, but after life is death.
This is the end of every man's desire.
This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is licensed under Creative Commons - Attribution - Sharealike. Additional terms may apply for the media files.