Sonnet 3 'How Limited the Page By Set of Sail'

How limited the page by set of sail… I cannot come to you except, I tack, I sail into the wind, the ropes all wail… You’ve crossed the sea, now, and cannot come back. Thus, Time blows in my face, bids me return, And, there behind, a Fisherman hooks me… The Sun, too bright, is sure my face to burn, And all my grief is not enough to free Me from the Veils that roundabout me swirl, That hide you from my searching, test my mind, To THINK! I’m rapt, and wrecked, over a girl… The One I Married, who left me behind To fly into the Sun with wings of wax, And Orioles greet… I greet the ocean’s wracks…