Sunrise.

I love this alot from a very famous Tudor Queen Elizabeth I.

Sunrise

“I grieve, yet dare not show my discontent;

I love, and yet am forced to seem to hate;

I dote, but dare not what I ever meant;

I seem stark mute, yet inwardly do prate;

I am, and am not—freeze and yet I burn,

Since from myself my other self I turn.

My care is like my shadow in the sun—

Follows me flying—flies when I pursue it,

Stands and lives by me—does what I have done,

This too familiar care doth make me rue it.

No means I find to rid him from my breast,

Till by the end of things it be suppressed.”

Merry Queeeemas, Lovelies!