Sonnet 134

I find no peace and bear no arms for war,

I fear, I hope; I burn yet shake with chill;

I fly the Heavens, huddle to earth's floor,

Embrace the world, yet all I grasp is nil.

Love opens not nor shuts my prison's door

Nor claims me his nor leaves me to my will;

He slays me not yet holds me evermore,

Would have me lifeless yet bound to my ill.



Eyeless I see and tongueless I protest.

And long to perish while I succor seek'

Myself I hate and would another woo.

I feed on grief, I laugh with sob-racked breast

And death and life alike to me are bleak;

My lady, thus I am because of you.