Have I known too much of sorrow?
And are my eyes made blind to light?
Iíve no hope left for tomorrow.
For all my dreams have died tonight.
Were there some spark, I wouldnít know.
My eyes and heart see all as gray.
From no place fled, nowhere to go,
Iíve nothing left to light my way.
If I had a wish, but Iíve none
Iíve had them all and held them dear.
Tíwas by wishes I was undone
Tíwas chasing phantoms brought me here.
Some called I folly, some reason,
Some chance, and others destiny.
For each was fair, and each was treason
To inmost heartís reality.
Dreams are the stuff fools are made of!
And hope the lameness, not the staff.
Wishes, dross for which we trade love,
And all these poisons did I quaff.
A thousand drear and dead delusions
Murdered the truth for which I sought.
Now Iíve nothing save illusions ...
Where lies the truth ... I have forgot.
Oh Love, have pity, for loveís sake.
Donít leave me here among the dead.
Whose nightmare souls forever ache
And make the horrors they most dread.
Make me your slave and set me free.
Have mercy, show me how to serve.
Pray give me light that I might see.
Though light is what I least deserve.
Guirautís made his bed, let him lie,
And rot and suffer and be damned.
He got true death when life was shammed.
He asks Loveís aid ... he knows not why.
In the Vers style -- "Someone may be able to come up with a better definition, but as far as I can see, a Vers is simply a song that doesnít really fit any other category." -- GvN
Guiraut is Gerhardt's "alter-ego", this is from a series of poems Gerhardt published in his second folio.
© 1984, Lawrence Hyink III
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