How did I survive this obvious end
Of elegies pouring from friends
Not perfect, not even a sainty lad
I should have been dead and embrace the end

Envious death, a soul saved from its snare
My beautiful end looks so near
Death has been denied its victorious dance
The date of my death is still far
Though my death has not been birthed
I should have been dead and embrace the end

Note: This is a poetry from known as “Rondeau ” with 15 lines and between 8-10 syllables per line. It is stanzaically divided into a quintet, quatrain and a sestet. Two rhymes guide the music of the rondeau, whose rhyme scheme is as follows (R representing the refrain): aabba aabR aabbaR. The refrain consists of the first few words or the entire line of the first stanza.