The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


Happy in sleep, waking content to languish,
  Embracing clouds by night, in daytime mourn,
  My joys but shadows, touch of truth my anguish,
  Griefs ever springing, comforts never born;
And still expecting when she will relent,
  Grown hoarse with crying, "mercy, mercy give,"
  So many vows and prayers having spent
  That weary of my life I loathe to live;
And yet the hydra of my cares renews
  Still new-born sorrows of her fresh disdain;
  And still my hope the summer winds pursues,
  Finding no end nor period of my pain;
This is my state, my griefs do touch so nearly,
And thus I live because I love her dearly.

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