Dear Gene,
The poem you speak of is a sonnet by W. Shakespeare: Sonnet No. 29, from
which the play's title was taken.
- When in disgrace with fortune and men's eye's
I, all alone, beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myselft and curse my fate;
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy, contented least:
Yet, in these thoughts, myself almost despising,
Happily, I think on thee, and then my soul
Like to the Lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with Kings.
John Herbert. |
