Classic Poem

Ye Valleys deep withouten bottome found;
Ye Hils that match with height the azure skie;
Ye Caves by Nature hollow under ground,
Where quiet rest and silence alwaies lie,
Thou gloomy Aire which ever to the sight
Bringst darknes still, but never cheerfull light.

Ye uncouth Paths, ye solitarie walks,
Ye breakneck Rocks, most ghastly for to see,
Ye dreadfull Dens where never any stalks,
And where scarce hissing Serpents dare to bee:
Ye fatall Vaults where murdred Corses lie,
Haunted with hatefull sprites continuallie.

Ye Wildernesses and ye Deserts wilde,
Ye strangie Shores nere yet inhabited,
Ye Places from all pleasures quite exilde,
Where sad Melancholy and Griefe is fled,
Heare me, who am a shadow and a Ghost,
Damnd with eternall sorrow to be crost.

Heare me, since I am come for to bewaile,
Mongst you, my Faith, my Constancie, and Love,
I hope with my lowd Cries and drerie Tale,
Though not the Heavens, yet Hell at least to move:
Since more the Griefes are which within me grow,
Then Heaven hath Pleasures, or Hel, Plagues below.