Classic Poem

O heart, why dost thou sigh, and wilt not break?
O doleful chance, thou hast a cause thereto,
For thy reward in love and kindness sake
Is recompensed by hate and deadly woe.

Have I so plight my heart and mind to thee,
Have I been bent so whole unto thy hand,
And others now obtain the fruit from me?
Thou art unkind forsooth, such foe to stand.

O doleful heart, thus plunged in pinching pain,
Lament no more, but break! thy truth to try:
For where thy comfort was and joy did reign
Now hate returns no news, O heart, now die!