Lament Xix. The Dream Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Long through the night hours sorrow was my guest	A
And would not let my fainting body rest	A
Till just ere dawn from out its slow dominions	B
Flew sleep to wrap me in its dear dusk pinions	B
And then it was my mother did appear	C
Before mine eyes in vision doubly dear	C
For in her arms she held my darling one	D
My Ursula just as she used to run	D
To me at dawn to say her morning prayer	E
In her white nightgown with her curling hair	E
Framing her rosy face her eyes about	F
To laugh like flowers only halfway out	F
Art thou still sorrowing my son Thus spoke	G
My mother Sighing bitterly I woke	G
Or seemed to wake and heard her say once more	H
It is thy weeping brings me to this shore	H
Thy lamentations long uncomforted	F
Have reached the hidden chambers of the dead	F
Till I have come to grant thee some small grace	B
And let thee gaze upon thy daughter's face	B
That it may calm thy heart in some degree	I
And check the grief that imperceptibly	I
Doth gnaw away thy health and leave thee sick	J
Like fire that turns to ashes a dry wick	J
Dost thou believe the dead have perished quite	F
Their sun gone down in an eternal night	F
Ah no we have a being far more splendid	F
Now that our bodies' coarser claims are ended	F
Though dust returns to dust the spirit given	D
A life eternal must go back to heaven	D
And little Ursula hath not gone out	F
Forever like a torch Nay cease thy doubt	F
For I have brought her hither in the guise	B
She used to wear before thy mortal eyes	B
Though mid the deathless angels brighter far	K
She shineth as the lovely morning star	K
And still she offers up her prayers for you	L
As here on earth when yet no words she knew	L
If herefrom springs thy sorrow that her years	B
Were broken off before all that endears	B
A life on earth to mortals she might prove	M
Yet think how empty the delights that move	M
The minds of men delights that must give place	B
At last to sorrow as in thine own case	B
Did then thy little girl such joy confer	N
That all the comfort thou didst find in her	N
Could parallel thine anguish of today	F
Thou canst not answer otherwise than nay	F
Then fret not that so early death has come	O
To what was dearest thee in Christendom	O
She did not leave a land of much delight	F
But one of toil and grief and evil blight	F
So plenteous that all which men can hold	F
Of their so transitory blessings gold	F
Must lose its value through this base alloy	P
This knowledge of the grief that follows joy	P
Why do we weep great God That with her dower	Q
She bought herself no lord that she might cower	N
Before upbraidings from her husband's kin	R
That she knew not the pangs that usher in	R
The newborn child And that she could not know	S
Like her poor mother if more racking woe	S
It were to bear or bury them Ah meet	F
Are such delights to make the world more sweet	F
But heaven hath purer surer happiness	B
Free from all intermingling of distress	B
Care rules not here and here we know not toil	T
Misfortune and disaster do not spoil	T
Here sickness can not enter nor old age	U
And death tear nourished hath no pasturage	U
We live a life of endless joy that brings	B
Good thoughts we know the causes of all things	B
The sun shines on forever here its light	F
Unconquered by impenetrable night	F
And the Creator in his majesty	I
Invisible to mortals we may see	I
Then turn thy meditations hither towards	B
This changeless gladness and these rich rewards	B
Thou know'st the world what love of it can do	L
Found thou thine efforts on a base more true	L
Thy little girl hath chosen well her part	F
Thou may'st believe as one about to start	F
For the first time upon the stormy sea	I
Beholding there great flux and jeopardy	I
Returneth to the shore while those that raise	B
Their sails the wind or some blind crag betrays	B
And this one dies from hunger that from cold	F
Scarce one escapes the perils manifold	F
So she who though her years should have surpassed	F
That ancient Sybil must have died at last	F
Preferred that ending to anticipate	F
Before she knew the ills of man's estate	F
For some are left without their parents' care	E
To know how sore an orphan's lot to bear	E
One girl must marry headlong and then rue	L
Her dower given up to God knows who	L
Some maids are seized by their own countrymen	R
Others made captive by the Tatar clan	V
And held thus in a pagan shameful thrall	W
Must drink their tears till death comes ending all	W
But this thy little child need fear no more	H
Who taken early up to heaven's door	H
Could walk all glad and shining pure within	R
Her soul still innocent of earthly sin	R
Doubt not my son that all is well with her	N
And let not sorrow be thy conqueror	N
Reason and self command are precious still	X
And yielding all to blighted hope is ill	X
Be in this matter thine own lord although	S
Thy longed for happiness thou must forego	S
For man is born exposed to circumstance	B
To be the target of all evil chance	B
And if we like it or we like it not	F
We still can not escape our destined lot	F
Nor hath misfortune singled thee my son	D
It lays its burdens upon every one	D
Thy little child was mortal as thou art	F
She ran her given course and did depart	F
And if that course was brief yet who can say	F
That she would have been happier to stay	F
The ways of God are past our finding out	F
Yet what He holds as good shall we misdoubt	F
And when the spirit leaves us it is vain	Y
To weep so long it will not come again	Z
And herein man is hardly just to fate	F
To bear in mind what is unfortunate	F
In life and to forget all that transpires	B
In full accordance with his own desires	B
And such is Fortune's power dearest son	D
That we should not lament when she hath done	D
A bitter turn but thank her in that she	I
Hath held her hand from greater injury	I
So yielding to the common order bar	K
Thy heart to more disasters than now are	K
Gaze at the happiness thou dost retain	Y
What is not loss that must be rated gain	Y
And finally what profits the expense	B
Of thy long labor and the years gone hence	B
While thou didst spend thyself upon thy books	B
And knewest scarce how lightsome pleasure looks	B
Now from thy grafting pluck the fruit and save	A2
Something of value from frail nature's grave	A2
To other men in sorrow thou hast shown	B2
The comfort left them hast none for thine own	B2
Now master heal thyself time is the cure	C2
For all but he whose wisdom doth abjure	C2
The common ways he should anticipate	F
The healing for which other men must wait	F
What is time's cunning That it drives away	F
Our former haps with newer ones more gay	F
Or like the old So man by taking thought	F
Perceives them ere their accidents are wrought	F
And by such thinking banishes the past	F
And views the future quiet and steadfast	F
Then bear man's portion like a man my son	D
The Lord of grief and comfort is but one	D
Then I awoke and know not if to deem	D2
This truth itself or but a passing dream	D2

Jan Kochanowski

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