When first I ended, then I first began;
Then more I travelled further from my rest.
Where most I lost, there most of all I won;
Pinë"d with hunger, rising from a feast.
Methinks I fly, yet want I legs to go,
Wise in conceit, in act a very sot,
Ravished with joy amidst a hell of woe,
What most I seem that surest am I not.
I build my hopes a world above the sky,
Yet with the mole I creep into the earth;
In plenty I am starved with penury,
And yet I surfeit in the greatest dearth.
I have, I want, despair, and yet desire,
Burned in a sea of ice, and drowned amidst a fire.
Sonnets: Idea Lxii
Michael Drayton
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Poem topics: despair, fire, joy, lost, sea, sky, world, desire, earth, wise, ice, hunger, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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