One thought, that is my torment and delight, <br />Ebbs and flows bittersweet within my heart <br />And between doubt and hope rends me apart <br />While peace and all tranquility take flight. <br />Therefore, dear sister, should this letter dwell <br />Upon my weighty need of seeing you, <br />It is that grief and pain shall be my due <br />Unless my wait should end both swift and well. <br />I've seen a ship's sails slackened by taut ropes <br />On the high tide at the harbour bar <br />And a clear sky suddenly fill with cloud; <br />Likewise fear and distress fill all my hopes, <br />Not because of you, but for the times there are <br />When Fortune doubly strikes on sail and shroud.<br /><br />Mary Stuart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-to-queen-elizabeth-i-of-england/
