Sonnet IX: My Sweet Savant

Posted by David Emeron on

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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