Why do I speak of joy or write of love,
When my heart is the very den of horror,
And in my soul the pains of hell I prove,
With all his torments and infernal terror?
What should I say? what yet remains to do?
My brain is dry with weeping all too long;
My sighs be spent in utt'ring of my woe,
And I want words wherewith to tell my wrong.
But still distracted in love's lunacy,
And bedlam-like thus raving in my grief,
Now rail upon her hair, then on her eye,
Now call her goddess, then I call her thief;
Now I deny her, then I do confess her,
Now do I curse her, then again I bless her.
Sonnets: Idea Xli Love's Lunacy
Michael Drayton
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Poem topics: grief, hair, heart, joy, soul, long, write, brain, wrong, speak, prove, horror, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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