Alas Poem by Christopher Tye

Alas

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Alas

Alas I have run out of time,
Alas my body dost fail thee,
Alas I wax weary,
Alas one dost wilt,
Alas ye be seech thine will,
Alas durst hath been in yonder mere,
Alas thou art in the midst of a puld of a storm,
Alas thee should return whence thou came,
Alas art dost hath derth of heart.

By Christopher Tye

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Just a bit of nonsense using old words.
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Christopher Tye

Christopher Tye

Lincolnshire, England
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