Michael Drayton (Майкл Дрейтон)

Sonnet 54. Yet Read at last the Story of My Woe

Yet read at last the story of my woe,
The dreary abstracts of my endless cares,
With my life's sorrow interlined so,
Smok'd with my sighs and blotted with my tears,
The sad memorials of my miseries,
Penn'd in the grief of mine afflicted ghost,
My life's complaint in doleful elegies,
With so pure love as Time could never boast.
Receive the incense which I offer here,
By my strong faith ascending to thy fame,
My zeal, my hope, my vows, my praise, my prayer,
My soul's oblation to thy sacred name,
    Which name my Muse to highest heav'ns shall raise 
    By chaste desire, true love, and virtuous praise.

1. Sonnet 57. You Best Discern'd of my Mind's Inward Eyes
2. Sonnet 38. Sitting Alone, Love
3. Sonnet 48. Cupid, I Hate thee
4. Sonnet 25. O Why should Nature Niggardly Restrain
5. Sonnet 55. My Fair

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