Sonnet 29Rufus WainwrightChords

DWhen, in disEmgrace with Asus4fortune and men's Aeyes,

DI all alEmone beAweep my outcast Dstate

DAnd trouble deaf Emheaven Asus4with my bootless Acries

DAnd look upEmon myAself and curse my Dfate,

DMmEmm..Asus4. A

DMmEmm..A. D

DWishing me Am7like to Em7one more rich in A7hope,

DFeatured like Am7him, like Em7him with friends possAess'd,

DDesiring Am7this man's Em7art and that man's A7scope,

DWith what I Am7most enEm7joy contented Dleast;

DYet in these Emthoughts myAsus4self almost despAising,

DHaply I Emthink on Athee, and then my Dstate,

DLike to the Emlark at Asus4break of day arAising

DFrom sullen Emearth, sings Ahymns at heaven's Dgate;

 For Dthy Emsweet Dlove Emremember'd CsuDch wAealth Dbrings

DThat D7then I Emscorn to Achange A7my sDtate Gwith kDings.