Who

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Who

Sonnet — An Invocation To The Master #386

Who is it that wanders by the armoured gates
Mocking the shield-will of my defences,
Strutting by the chasm of the moat danger-filled
And chiding our upkeep in contemptuous word?

Who is that conceives in an ease-laden leisure
My swift ruin for an afternoon’s pleasure,
With will untroubled and nerve unstrained
Capturing my being as if already ordained?

Who hath sowed black rebellion and anarchy
In the mind and will and heart of me,
My decrees met with careless defiance
And my will stamped with seal of inconsequence?

O Plotter Supreme, O White Hegemon,
Who shall remain for Thy sport and conquest when am gone?