Michael Drayton

(1563 - 1631 / Warwickshire / England)

Sonnet Xxvi: I Ever Love - Poem by Michael Drayton

To Despair

I ever love where never hope appears,
Yet hope draws on my never-hoping care,
And my life's hope would die, but for despair;
My never-certain joy breeds ever-certain fears;
Uncertain dread gives wings unto my hope,
Yet my hope's wings are laden so with fear
As they cannot ascend to my hope's sphere;
Though fear gives them more than a heav'nly scope,
Yet this large room is bounded with despair;
So my love is still fetter'd with vain hope,
And liberty deprives him of his scope,
And thus am I imprison'd in the air.
Then, sweet despair, awhile hold up thy head,
Or all my hope for sorrow will be dead.

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  • Rookie Ail Respicio (7/2/2008 2:46:00 AM)

    I love this poem.gave me inspiration (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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