Sonnet 3: To My Sickly Heart


Be wary silent you idle creature.

Know you not to repent your scornful ways?

Stand still and safe you sickly trifled beast:

The love that passed is missed upon your days.

Still bound and blooded you are befallen,

Disdainful pains in proud pounds produced,

And paying high priced dim innocent youth,

I beg you still, by love be still seduced.

No longer linger for a lavish love

To let hold in grasps forsaken hopes,

To make its dwelling the depths endeared

Wearily clinging, a poor child that gropes.

A blinded heart sees not with eyes,

But fondles the dark for hopes and lies.

Other Sonnets:
Sonnet 1          Sonnet 2          Sonnet 3          Sonnet 4

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