Elizabeth R1971

Queen Elizabeth I:
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,I am and not,I freeze and yet am burned,Since from myself another self I turned,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,His to 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 supprest.Some gentler passion slide into my mind,For I am soft and made of melting snow;Or be more cruel love and yet be so kind.Let me float or sink,be high or low.Or let me live some more sweet content,Or die and so forget what love ere meant.