These Remain

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These Remain

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #107

Ah hope, fair weather friend inconstant
Drifting like a leaf disloyal to tree thy home,
Severing thy stem-oath sworn fervent
Under the auspices of the sun solemn.

Ah faith, old comrade born here blind,
Seest no more thou by oracle eyes
The favoured auguries cryptic signed
Spun in a dream-haze by dizzy muse?

And thou maimed love, long shirking
Thy function to adore and embrace,
Now seated thy dark fate embracing
Like the final grasp of felled warriors.

But these remain in mine bag of belongings,
Be gentle, I pray Thee, when uprooting these.