poem on my mind

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state,

And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,

And look upon myself 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,

Haply I think on thee. And then my state,

Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen Earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate.

For thy sweet love remember'd, such wealth brings,

That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

-William Shakespeare