sad hours seem long

• Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
• Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
• Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
• O any thing, of nothing first create!
• O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
• Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
• Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!
• Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
• This love feel I, that feel no love in this.