Chastelard Monologue from Chastelard, a Tragedy

From Chastelard, a Tragedy by Algernon Charles Swinburne

male · anguished · 1:00 min

Well, such a thought as this: It may be, long time after I am dead, For all you are, you may see bitter days; God may forget you or be wroth with you: Then shall you lack a little help of me, And I shall feel your sorrow touching you, A happy sorrow, though I may not touch: I that would fain be turned to flesh again, Fain get back life to give up life for you, To shed my blood for help, that long ago You shed and were not holpen: and your heart Will ache for help and comfort, yea for love, And find less love than mine--for I do think You never will be loved thus in your life.

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