Only Can

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Only Can

Sonnet — An Invocation to the Master #344

How simple the first dreams were 
As brooder and thinker and doer too,
By these deeds it seemed to be clear
That all fruits to one did accrue.

I woke from this dream for another
Where intent was king and will the captain,
Half-awake I did clamber this stair
Until this dream cast me out in disdain.

Ere long I laboured in a twilight
And found many hands not mine casting seeds
That turned my thoughts and ideals bright,
It seemed I am the work of many authors.

I know not yet how am eventually driven,
I only can remember Thee in incapacity and devotion.