This is the true heart's lament ____ AKSHR

This is the true heart's lament

 

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

 

The stars do not avenge the set of suns.

 

Nor can the fig tree, that her damask roses

 

early fed, smell half so sweet as did those roses;

 

nor can the rose herself forget her early May,

 

nor the bird that warbles in the boughs dare to be untrembling,

 

while I, who am but one of her many lovers, may.

 ____ AKSHR