Homage

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Homage

Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #78

To each Thy flower in bough and thicket
Have I offered restless fevered worship,
Winging through many an aerial route
To woo Thy hued-beauty with courtship.

On lonely branches my assignation kept
Raising bird-song for Thy feathery clasp,
Many fires endured I in my lone tiny breast
And for Thee in plaintive melody teared up.

I offered awed homage to each Thy light 
With frail brittle wings of unsure grip,
Squandered life-lease of a single day and night
Singing insect-ode till culled by eternal sleep.

Is it always thus twixt I and Thee,
My mortality doomed to pine for Thy eternity?