William Drummond - Poems: The Second Part III lyrics

O fate! conspir'd to pour your worst on me, O rigorous rigour, which doth all confound! With cruel hands ye have cut down the tree, And fruit and flower dispersed on the ground. A little space of earth my love doth bound; That beauty which did raise it to the sky, Turn'd in neglected dust, now low doth lie, Deaf to my plaints, and senseless of my wound. Ah! did I live for this? Ah! did I love? For this and was it she did so excel? That ere she well life's sweet-sour joys did prove, She should, too dear a guest, with horror dwell? Weak influence of heaven! what fair ye frame, Falls in the prime, and pa**eth like a dream.