Michael Drayton

(1563 - 1631 / Warwickshire / England)

Sonnet Xx: An Evil Spirit - Poem by Michael Drayton

An evil spirit, your beauty haunts me still,
Wherewith, alas, I have been long possest,
Which ceaseth not to tempt me to each ill,
Nor gives me once but one poor minute's rest;
In me it speaks, whether I sleep or wake,
And when by means to drive it out I try,
With greater torments then it me doth take,
And tortures me in most extremity;
Before my face it lays down my despairs,
And hastes me on unto a sudden death,
Now tempting me to drown myself in tears,
And then in sighing to give up my breath.
Thus am I still provok'd to every evil
By this good wicked spirit, sweet angel-devil.


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  • Brian Jani (7/12/2014 9:14:00 AM)


    amazing poem which paints a clear picture and depicts what the poet wanted to convey (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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