Unsung Songs

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Unsung Songs

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #113

What expense of colour is in flower and sky,
What buoyant mirth in waves ever joyous,
How many melodies in the aerial chorus,
And yet to me a single hue of drab grey!

What offence is mine, where erred the heart,
What ardour walks course of fixed grammar,
What boundary line can mark love’s frontier?
Must my heart remain unbloomed, incomplete?

Wilt Thou hazard my soul to droop and drop,
The sole flower uncherished by Thy sun?
What gain to Thee is in my fall’s stain,
Art Thou not all the forsaken’s sole hope?

Abandon me not to these barren wastelands,
Leave not songbird-soul with unsung songs.