Raising Hope

So be it, that I may fall this moment,
never to rest tween gentle unrest.
Too please, my seas of discontentment,
frolick upon my shores nor breast.
I shall hope to witness such days,
or rise and fall of every sun,
where in its empire shall my gaze
no longer hope to witness but none.
Then shall I know rest or solace?
shall I then know rest from solace?
Until shall I deride dismay,
I shall not know, their nor mine way