Still in the trace of my tormented thought, <br />My ceaseless cares must march on to my death; <br />Thy least regard to dearly have i bought, <br />Who to my comfort never deign'st a breath. <br />Why should'st thou stop thine ears now to my cries, <br />Whose eyes were open ready to oppress me? <br />Why shut'st thou not the cause whence all did rise, <br />Or hear me now, and seek how to redress? <br />Injurious Delia, yet I'll love thee still, <br />Whilst that I breathe in sorrow of my smart; <br />I'll tell the world that I deserv'd but ill, <br />And blame myself for to excuse thy heart. <br />Then judge who sins the greater of us twain: <br />I in my love, or thou in thy disdain.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxx-still-in-the-trace/
