To Linger Thus
Sonnet — An Invocation to the Master #272
Published on February 18, 2022
To Linger Thus
Sonnet — An Invocation to the Master #272
Mine is no shopkeeper-heart that doth haggle
For every sliver of ardour and feeling,
Unasked I gush for Thee devotion plentiful,
For what use heart if only for my keeping?
But Thou, Thou doth wrest from me virtue
And sneer at vice that Thou didst give,
The manner of Thy commerce is all new,
Coveting my whole for a pindrop of Thy love!
But mine heart hath unthinking chosen
Thee of all the denizens wrought of light,
My unrequited love is my own burden,
Oh to linger thus by Thee unsought!
When on our earth-field Thy gaze doth wander
Thou must this mar of Thee deeply ponder.