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Sonnet XI: You Not Alone by Michael Drayton

By Michael Drayton

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You not alone, when you are still alone, O God, from you that I could private be. Since you one were, I never since was one; Since you in me, my self since out of me, Transported from my self into your being; Though either distant, present yet to either, Senseless with too much joy, each other seeing, And only absent when we are together. Give me my self and take your self again, Devise some means but how I may forsake you; So much is mine that doth with you remain, That, taking what is mine, with me I take you;

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"You not alone, when you are still alone,..."

"Sonnet XI: You Not Alone" by Michael Drayton is a deep english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by Michael Drayton demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "You not alone, when you are still alone, O God, from you that I could private be....", this piece explores themes of deep through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Michael Drayton's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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