Careless Glory
Published on November 12, 2023
Careless Glory
Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #77
How many banners raised on spires of thought
To blazon Thy name through changing climes,
With how many acute cares I held these aloft
Drafting nerve and heart and passion breathless!
I have laboured for Thee through hours unapt
Battling vagaries and augurs all inauspicious,
The limbs conspired and the mind grew mute
Yet I salvaged for Thee this pile of deeds!
I bore for Thee lyric and ode and sonnet
Knowing not to what Thy glance inclines,
This our brood at Thy chamber door await
For Thy approving nod or even a kiss!
Thou still art aloof in careless glory like the sun
And I orbit Thee in pilgrimage for Thy affections to be won.