Sonnet describing the longing of the Mistress in absence of her
How arduous a wait of many days,
for but the hope of glimpsing thee again,
from earthly toil, by thee, my effort strays,
and filled am I for lovelorn, longing pain.
Yea, no distraction all the parted hours,
when but thy name is pondered in my mind,
can stem thy likeness, sweeter than all flow'rs,
for to thee is my mind's eye aye aligned.
For seeing thee is worth a thousand dreams,
which I, sick in thy absence, dream replete,
but in the flesh, my spirit bursts its seams,
for seeing thee doth make my soul complete.
What know or care I for sobriety,
thy name alone intoxicateth me.
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Posted Nov 6, 2022, 10:30 PM UTC
Thank you for sharing this sonnet. A thing I like about poetry is discover words I knew not. This piece of poetry did that for me. Plus, the poem expressed the feeling of agitation that animates the soul while we are longing for something or someone.
Thank you- I've found out that this agitated mindset is a really weird kind of stimulation for the creative output.