Thee and I
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #74
Published on July 22, 2021
Thee and I
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #74
What order can I impose on my ardour,
What course suggest to heart unbarred?
What symmetry to the wild dance of fire,
Who resist when Thou hath called?
In masked dream-scenes hides Thy face,
My mind recalls Thee at knock of dawn,
My waking thought bears Thy trespass,
Am one feeble touch away from swoon!
Why doth Thou pursue my modest frame,
All here is meagre and an undeep shallow,
No breadths dwell here or heights of fame,
All here is withered root, a wrinkled hollow.
Yet what miracle is betwixt Thee and I,
Of my brown clod aching for Thy golden sky!