Axing Hours
Sonnet- An Invocation to the Master #260
Published on January 28, 2022
Axing Hours
Sonnet- An Invocation to the Master #260
Something Thou hast removed now
In this interval of quick skirmish,
A vein or strain is gone somehow,
I feel its absence raw and fresh.
Surrender they said is cloying sweet
Like a free kiss to a beloved given,
But Thine way is a brute conquest
Wresting my unbloomed bud even!
What subtlety is in storm and tempest,
What tender care in hours that oppress,
All events round me seem only to divest
Every agency needed for human interests.
Am not as Thee, immortal and transcendent,
I yet feel the axing hours on my root.