Elegy - L'âme Immortelle

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares

My feast of joy is but a dish of pain

My crop of corn is but a field tares

And all my good is but vain hope of gain;

The day is past, and yet I saw no sun

And now I live, and now my life is done

My tale was heard and yet it was not told

My fruit is fallen and yet my leaves are green

My youth is spent and yet I am not old

I saw the world and yet I was not seen;

My thread is cut and yet it is not spun

And now I live, and now my life is done

I sought my death and found it in my womb

I looked for life and saw it was a shade

I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb

And now I die, and now I was but made;

My glass is full, and now my glass is run

And now I live, and now my life is done