Sonnet IX: My Sweet Savant

But rest thy racing mind, my sweet savant,
And know thine intellect may bring thee through
Thy fear and doubt, as any other want.
I would thou should but give this truth its due

Though oft wouldst thou believe this help untrue,
My dearest, my most charming, doubtful boy;
So long the list of thy solutions, drew
My mind, as easy thou wouldst reach for joy

And find it waits for thee. No other ploy
Couldst thou detect in me; for, as I were
Thy future, thou wouldst not my past destroy.
Take this I would thee know, and let it stir
Thy mind until occureth free of daunt;
And, if thou wouldst prefer: thy quickness flaunt!

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6 responses to “Sonnet IX: My Sweet Savant

  1. Yes! Perfect! And very nicely written.

    Just what I would wish to say
    In perfect words
    whispered gently in my boy’s ear.

    When you are done with this, would you get on that time travel project please, dear? I know it seems daunting but I’m certain you can unravel it if you set your mind to it. ;-}


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