Sonnet 10

Come hither, and distance not thy stranger Behold death upon his white horse leaping Sir or mam will thou save me from danger See thy which, a blind man or child weeping Eating weeds and dirt for comfort resting Drinking rain and bathing in its showers Am I not a neutered gory nestling In a flock of fairy friendly flowers Grow thy heart and blessed be thy future Deny not blessings angels do not offer Or should thy accept a life of torture Who knows what serpents I have to proffer Help the angel who fell out of heaven? Or the blind man who murdered eleven