A Complaint To His Lady Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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In the long night when every creature shouldA
naturally take some rest or else his life cannot longB
hold out then it falls most into my woeful thoughtsC
how I have dropped so far behind that except deathD
nothing can comfort me so do I despair of allE
happiness This thought remains with me untilF
morning and forth from morning until eve I needG
borrow no grief I have both leisure and leave toH
mourn There is no creature who will take my woe orI
forbid me to weep enough and wail my fill the soreI
spark of pain destroys meJ
This love has so placed me that he will never fulfillF
my desire for neither pity mercy nor grace can IK
find Yet even for fear of death can I not root out loveL
from my sorrowful heart The more I love the moreI
my lady pains me through which I see withoutM
remedy that I may in no way escape deathD
Now in truth I will rehearse her name She is calledN
Goodness set in womanhood Staidness in youthO
and Beauty without pride and Pleasure underP
control and fear Her surname is Fair ruthlessQ
Wisdom knit to fortune Because I love her she slaysQ
me guiltless Her I love best and shall as long as IK
live better an hundred thousand times than myselfR
better than all the riches and created beings of this worldS
Now has not Love bestowed me well to love where IK
shall never have part or lot Alas so is Fortune'sQ
wheel turned for me so am I slain with Love's fieryJ
arrow I can only love her best my sweet foe LoveL
has taught me no more of his art than ever to serveT
and cease for no sorrowU
Within my true care worn heart there is so muchV
woe and so little joy as well that woe is me that everP
I was born For all that I desire I lack and all thatW
ever I would not have that in truth I ever find readyJ
to my hand And of all this I know not to whom toH
complain for she who might bring me out of thisQ
cares not whether I weep or sing so little pities sheJ
my pain Alas In sleeping time I wake when IK
should dance I tremble with fearX
This heavy life I lead for your sake though you payY
no heed thereto my heart's lady all my life's queenZ
For truly I dare say it as I see it I seems to methatH
your sweet heart of steel is now whetted against meJ
too keenly My dear heart foe best beloved why willF
you do me all this sorrow What have I done or saidH
to grieve you except that I serve and love you andH
nobody else and as long as I live will everP
Therefore sweet be not displeased You are so goodH
and fair it would be a very great wonder if you didH
not have suitors of all kinds both good and bad andH
the least worthy of all I am heJ
Nevertheless my own sweet lady though I beJ
unskillful and unfit ever to serve your highness evenA2
as best I knew how yet this I swear there is nobodyJ
more glad than I to do your pleasure or to cureB2
whatever I know to distress you And had I as muchV
power as will then should you feel whether it wereP
so or not for in this world is no living being whoH
would more gladly fulfill your heart's desire For IK
both love and fear you so sorely and ever must andH
have done right long that none is better loved andH
never shall be And yet I would only beg you toH
believe me well and be not angry and let meJ
continue to serve you Lo this is all For I am not soU
bold or mad as to desire that you should love me forI
alas Well I know that may not be I have so littleC2
worth and you so much For you are one of the mostH
excellent of the living and I the most unlikely toH
prosper Yet for all this know you right well youH
shall not so drive me from your service that I shallD2
not ever serve you faithfully with all my five witsQ
whatever woe I feel For I am so set upon you thatH
though you never pity me I must love you and everP
be as true as any man living can beJ
The more I love you goodly and noble one the less IK
find you love me Alas When will that obduracyQ
soften Where now is all your womanly pity yourI
noble gentleness your graciousness Will you spendH
nothing of it on me And as wholly as I am yourI
sweet and as great will I have to serve you if thusQ
you let me die you have gained but little from it ForI
I believe I have given no cause And this I beseechE2
you heartily that if ever you find so long as you liveF2
a servant more true to you than I then leave me andH
boldly slay me and I will forgive you all my deathD
And if you find no truer man why will you allow meJ
to perish thus and for no type of guilt except myK
good desire As good then be untrue as trueH
But to your will I submit my life and death and withG2
a fully obedient heart I pray do with me as is yourI
pleasure Much rather had I please you and die thanH2
to think or say anything to offend you at any timeI2
Therefore pity my bitter pains sweet and of yourI
grace grant me some drop for else neither hope norI
happiness may remain with me nor linger in myK
troubled careworn heartH

Geoffrey Chaucer



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