i need help translating this from old english to enlgish
Dream’t not hath mine eyes,
For prisoner is thy mind.
Dispatch’d to me, that which I despise.
Wherin thou means to behest mine erring mind,
Mayst thou not o’erlook thy youth?
O! autumns burden doth darken thy days,
Pity thy not, summer pleasures wait for thee.
Design to me, cunning schoolmaster, thy praise;
Till thy end, I shant be free!
My heart tis famish’d for joy,
For it’s time hast been stol’n;
Cursed by thou ploy.
Alas! Tis true, knowledge I doth send,
Then morrow comes mine journeys end.
2006-08-30
11:50:15
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