My heart, my blood, my soul and my great care, <br />Alas you promised we should have the pleasure <br />Of whiling away the hours at leisure <br />All night long with you, but I languish here. <br />My heart pierced through by fear's most wounding dart, <br />Because I know not where my heart's desire may be. <br />I'm stricken with fear that you've forgotten me. <br />Sometimes I'm frightened that your loving heart <br />May have hardened against me through being misled <br />By what some spiteful gossip may have said. <br />And sometimes I fear a mishap on the way <br />Has turned my lover from his true intent <br />By some adversity or accident. <br />May God turn all such evil signs away!<br /><br />Mary Stuart<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-to-lord-bothwell-11/
