Elizabeth I - On Monsieur's Departure

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On Monsieur's Departure

I grieve and dare not show my discontent;
I love, and yet am forced to seem to hate;
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant;
I seem stark mute, but inwardly do prate.
I am, and not; I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.
 
My care is like my shadow in the sun --
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands, and lies by me, doth what I have done;
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be suppressed.
 
Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, Love, and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink, be high or low;
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die, and so forget what love e'er meant.
 
Postat de Zarina01 la Sâmbătă, 20/01/2018 - 23:26
Ultima oară editat de Velsket în data Marţi, 20/02/2018 - 01:08
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Kmiltreu    Marţi, 20/02/2018 - 01:07

This is Modern English, not Old English