O death, rock me on sleep

O death! rock me on sleep,
Bring me on quiet rest;
Yet pass my guiltless ghost
Out of my careful breast:
Toll on the passing bell,
Ring out the doleful knell,
Let the sound of my death tell,
For I must die,
There is no remedy,
For now I die.

My pains who can express?
Alas! they are so strong,
My dolor will not suffer strength
My life for to prolong:
Toll on the passing bell, etc.

Alone, in prison strong,
I wail my destiny,
Wo worth this cruel hap that I

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poem by Anne Boleyn (1536)
Added by Dan Costinaş
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