No More Homeless

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No More Homeless

Sonnet

A hundred ballads I wrote ere the break of dawn,
Each a new melody to shame the coel’s song.
A thousand words of wooing composed at noon,
And Cupid’s bow seemed all wrongly strung!

How impoverished the idylls over ages of men,
Their paltry wide valleys, trickle of white waters
Gushing from dwarf giant mountains down,
Moistening earth insufficiently like the heavens!

I have scoured Thy earth, the woods and cities,
And all their peoples accosted for a heart that
Could reach with dying grasp Thee boundless,
Ah but they all were by human boundaries kept!

But no more, no more O Beloved roam homeless,
Be Thou in my heart chamber and never be songless!