Louise Labe

(1524 - 1566 / France)

Louise Labe Poems

1. Sonnet Iii 11/8/2012
2. Sonnet Xxiv 11/8/2012
3. Sonnet Xi 11/8/2012
4. Sonnet Vii 11/8/2012
5. Sonnet I 11/8/2012
6. Sonnet Xxiii 11/8/2012
7. Sonnet Viii 11/8/2012
8. Sonnet Xviii 11/8/2012
9. Sonnet Xiv 11/8/2012
10. I Flee The City, Temples, And Each Place 4/6/2010
11. Long-Felt Desires 4/6/2010
12. While Yet These Tears 4/6/2010
Best Poem of Louise Labe

While Yet These Tears

While yet these tears have power to flow
For hours for ever past away;
While yet these swelling sighs allow
My faltering voice to breathe a lay;
While yet my hand can touch the chords,
My tender lute, to wake thy tone;
While yet my mind no thought affords,
But one remembered dream alone,
I ask not death, whate'er my state:
But when my eyes can weep no more,
My voice is lost, my hand untrue.
And when my spirit's fire is o'er,
Nor can express the love it knew,
Come, Death, and cast thy shadows o'er my fate!

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