The Delia Sonnets

by Samuel Daniel


If this be love, to draw a weary breath,
  To paint on floods till the shore cry to th'air;
  With downward looks still reading on the earth.
  These sad memorials of my love's despair;
If this be love, to war against my soul,
  Lie down to wail, rise up to sigh and grieve,
  The never-resting stone of care to roll,
  Still to complain my griefs, whilst none relieve;
If this be love, to clothe me with dark thoughts,
  Haunting untrodden paths to wail apart,
  My pleasures horror, music tragic notes,
  Tears in mine eyes and sorrow at my heart;
If this be love, to live a living death,
Then do I love, and draw this weary breath.

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