On Monsieur's Departure - Poem for Queen Elizabeth I

I will share a poem attributed to Elizabeth I today. It is written in the form of a meditation on the failure of her marriage negotiations with Francis, Duke of Anjou.


I grieve and dare not show my discontent, I love and yet am forced to seem to hate, I do, yet dare not say I ever meant, I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate. 


My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done. 

No means I find to rid him from my breast, Till by the end of things it be supprest. 

I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned, Since from myself another self I turned. 

His too familiar care doth make me rue it. 

Some gentler passion slide into my mind, For I am soft and made of melting snow; Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind. 

Let me or float or sink, be high or low. Or let me live with some more sweet content, Or die and so forget what love ere meant.



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