Sonnet Cxlv

William Shakespeare

     Those lips that Love's own hand did make
     Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate'
     To me that languish'd for her sake;
     But when she saw my woeful state,
     Straight in her heart did mercy come,
     Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
     Was used in giving gentle doom,
     And taught it thus anew to greet:
     'I hate' she alter'd with an end,
     That follow'd it as gentle day
     Doth follow night, who like a fiend
     From heaven to hell is flown away;
     'I hate' from hate away she threw,
     And saved my life, saying 'not you.'

Index + Blog :

Poetry Archive Index | Blog : Poem of the Day