Sonnet 29- William Shakespeare

Yet.......                                   

in      these         thoughts

myself            almost            despising,

Haply...

I think on          thee,

and then my           state,

Like...

to the lark at break of day        arising

From...

sullen earth              sings

hymns at heaven's           gate;

For...

thy sweet love               remembered

such wealth                 brings

That...

then I scorn to                   change

my state with                    kings