Rufus Wainwright - Sonnet 29

^DWhen, in dis^Emgrace with ^Asus4fortune and men's ^Aeyes, ^DI all al^Emone be^Aweep my outcast ^Dstate ^DAnd trouble deaf ^Emheaven ^Asus4with my bootless ^Acries ^DAnd look up^Emon my^Aself and curse my ^Dfate,

^DMm^Emm..^Asus4. ^{A D}Mm^Emm..^A. ^D

^DWishing me ^Am7like to ^Em7one more rich in ^A7hope, ^DFeatured like ^Am7him, like ^Em7him with friends poss^Aess'd, ^DDesiring ^Am7this man's ^Em7art and that man's ^A7scope, ^DWith what I ^Am7most en^Em7joy contented ^Dleast;

^DYet in these ^Emthoughts my^Asus4self almost desp^Aising, ^DHaply I ^Emthink on ^Athee, and then my ^Dstate, ^DLike to the ^Emlark at ^Asus4break of day ar^Aising ^DFrom sullen ^Emearth, sings ^Ahymns at heaven's ^Dgate;

For ^Dthy ^Emsweet ^Dlove ^Emremember'd ^Csu^Dch w^Aealth ^Dbrings ^DThat ^D7then I ^Emscorn to ^Achange ^A7my s^Dtate ^Gwith k^Dings.