Lines On Melancholy Transforming Into Truth
When, in disgrace with hope and heaven's eyes,
I all alone bemoan my forlorn state;
and curse myself, as one whom men despise.
As a youth, melancholic and unwise,
I felt eternal gloom to be my fate
(when in disgrace with hope and heaven's eyes),
as one to never again wake or rise;
but despair to the end (and terminate),
cursing myself as one whom men despise.
But I forswore this gloom, this hasty demise!
For sorrow and woe can God mitigate,
when in disgrace with hope and heaven's eyes.
So long as I have breath to daily rise,
so long as I have lines to dedicate:
I'll not curse myself, as one whom men despise.
If I have never writ, nor men devised,
then none have known this Truth that's animate
when (in disgrace with hope and heaven's eyes)
I once cursed myself, as one whom men despised.
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