I love, alas! yet am not loved,
For cruel she to pity is not moved.
My constant love with scorn she ill rewardeth,
Only my sighs a little she regardeth:
Yet more and more the quenchless fire increaseth,
Which, to my greater torment, never ceaseth.
I Love, Alas! Yet Am Not Loved
John Wilbye
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Poem topics: fire, never, constant, torment, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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