A Student of Another Enamored;
or, Love Between Oxford and Cambridge
By day I cry; moans escape me at night,
My lady is gone, and here remain I,
My tongue is struck dumb while blurred is my sight,
Seek I some faint hope, but release is denied.
I wrote this poem to illustrate as many different methods of the rhetorical trope of chiasmus as possible. I had been reading late-16th and early-17th century British verse when I composed it.