My Love, I know–Whither I may goe–
That wouldst thou ever shine to mee, my guide;
My Sweet, I knew–through the stars I flew–
Though travel worn, thou pull’st me to thy side.
Past Heaven, whirl–O, my darling girl–
Whilst wait thou ever patiently for mee;
So long away–nearer by the day–
Impatient, do I count my nights to thee.
An thou art late–gratefully I wait–
And drink this sweet Xerex to soothe my fear;
Yet Love, I thrill–but, for thee, be still–
For quiet shall we cry to quell each year;
For this return–ever did I yearn–
An never leave thy side again, my dear.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
Very beautiful, my dear. This Canopian form grows on me.
The story you tell with this sequence is compelling!
I do want to write more of these. It is a quite beautiful and delicate form, I think.
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