What it is to breathe and live without life; <br />How to be pale with anguish, red with fear; <br />T'have peace abroad, and nought within but strife; <br />Wish to be present, and yet shun t'appear; <br />How to be bold far off, and bashful near; <br />How to think much, and have no words to speak; <br />To crave redress, yet hold affliction dear; <br />To have affection strong, a body weak; <br />Never to find, and evermore to seek; <br />And seek that which I dare not hope to find; <br />T'affect this life, and yet this life disleek; <br />Grateful t'another, to myself unkind: <br />This cruel knowledge of these contraries, <br />Delia, my heart hath learn'd out of those eyes.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xx-what-it-is-to-breathe/
