Come, Make My Heart Nigh Harden
O my life's pleasant breeze, my only dream,
Let fresh breeze of better days waft again,
Come, feel my heart-felt woes, if not just feign,
To make lurid nightmares seem not so grim;
O come, let me once again look forward
To meeting you and make my grey life green,
Let me pretend to be a happy bird,
Come, soon to leave, come to hurt as has been.
… … …
You came … not a fresh breeze, not a leaf moved,
You came to roost and left— no meet of heart
To know how much or if at all you loved,
Like a receding tide you came to part.
I scarce can live nor die with such a burden,
Pray do something, make my mild heart nigh harden.
___________________________________________
Sonnets | 01.09.2014, revised Nov 2022 |
Reproduced from my book, Harvest of the Late Season, published by Penguin (Partridge).
|