J'ay perdu ma tourterelle. Jean Passerat




This Bird Has Flown

I have lost my soul's delight,
Sweet songbird, dark nightingale:
I would follow her in flight.

 

She has flown into the night.
Still I search, to no avail.
I have lost my soul's delight.

 

O true beauty benedight!
Without her, my strength grows frail.
I would follow her in flight.

 

Now I see the cold sad sight
Of stars above me, and I wail:
I have lost my soul's delight.

 

Sleepless till the dawn's faint light
Slowly turns the sky quite pale,
I would follow her in flight.

 

Heaven's splendour, once so bright,
Now appears wretched and stale.
I have lost my soul's delight;
I would follow her in flight.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-09-15 at 09:16

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Villanelle! A beauty!
2016-09-17


Lawrence Beck
Bravo!
2016-09-16