The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


Still in the trace of one perplexèd thought,
  My ceaseless cares continually run on,
  Seeking in vain what I have ever sought,
  One in my love, and her hard heart still one.
I who did never joy in other sun,
  And have no stars but those that must fulfil
  The work of rigour, fatally begun
  Upon this heart whom cruelty will kill,
Injurious Delia!—yet, I love thee still,
  And will whilst I shall draw this breath of mine;
  I'll tell the world that I deserved but ill,
  And blame myself, t'excuse that heart of thine;
See then who sins the greater of us twain,
I in my love, or thou in thy disdain.

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