Unlike Thyself

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Unlike Thyself

Sonnet — An Invocation to the Master #277

Oh canst Thou not find in the entire universe
One common cause or purpose temporal
By which may meet our mutual arcs,
Mine briefly mortal and Thine ever so eternal?

Why dost Thou insist on askesis rare
From these poor limbs wrought so feebly,
All my penance is to hope and aspire,
So judge not my tardiness so severely.

To what measure of Thine can I ever reach,
My mind inconstant and heart vacillating
Are hardly the implements to breach
This antagonist pervasive and unrelenting.

Am but a firefly that briefly lights this dust,
Unlike Thyself, O my Sun immortal and august.