Rue O Brothers

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Rue O Brothers

Sonnet — An Invocation To The Master #378

Rue O brothers, rue the original mar of our births,
A chorus of cries attends our entrance and exit
Bemoaning the interludes that forever oppress,
No prayer can annul this our mortal contract.

Rue O brothers, rue the burden of yoke unshared,
In silence the lash of the leash at the hour’s mark
Receive as our due, let our weeping be stifled
And suffer mutely since the gods do forsake.

Rue O brothers, rue the company of unaiding stars
Like the gods in an unfeeling heaven unyielding
To the passion of our pleading and our cares
That ache brightly and end like a firefly perishing.

Let’s keep then, O brothers, to the despair of our dungeons,
What hope from Him who watches our woes in silence!