Pearly Price

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Pearly Price

Sonnet — An Invocation To The Master #373

Thy dues I have shed O face, O dearly beloved,
To thy honey-ruby lips that sates all thirst,
The haven of thy bosom where fevers soothed
And all the woes at thy word retire and retreat.

O wingéd minstrel, O avian hymner,
To thy poignant song of love long lost
I have shed a keen felt sympathetic tear,
My due to thee made of breathing dust.

To all thy beauty and to each thy marvel
A homage in awe I have duly offered
O Earth, O colosseum of my ruin and fall,
Thy dues I have paid in tears and blood.

Demand no more, O World, my pearly price,
For unto Him is written my last unshed tears.