Taylor Svete

British Literature/ Mrs. Smith

Sonnet 29 rewrite

10/10/09

Being without wealth and looked down upon,

Alone I cry for my rejected state,

And Heaven won’t hear my sad, lonely song,

So I take a look at myself and curse my fate.

I wish I could be like somebody with more hope,

And look like him and have his friends,

I want his talent and artistic scope,

This is what I’d most enjoy in the end,

But in these self-hating thoughts,

Like the sun rising from the sullen ground,

Brings light that makes me fear not,

Thoughts of you come around,

Because your love brings me true happiness,

And a king’s place I would not miss.