Not Thus

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #1

Published on April 26, 2021

Not Thus

Not Thus

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #1

What mystery is in Thy silence,
Magnificent, aloof, supernal!
Such grandeur in Thy repose,
August, divine, immortal.

Yet sometimes, I’d cherish a word
To hold sacred in bosom’s amber.
But Thou art reluctant to part a nod
And my happy vigil grows sombre.

Must it be thus, my worshipping
Dalliance with Thy venerable feet?
Thy gaze on far ideal pondering
Unmindful of my supplication complete.

Oh not thus the haloed heads I’d ever known,
As Thee in Thy timeless chamber, musing and alone.