Sonnet 62 'I'Ll Sleep No Sleep of Death, While I Am Here'

I’ll sleep no sleep of death, while I am here! There’s work to do, I’ll fight, while it is day! I’ll be your hands and feet, for you are near As my own heart… your Presence, something fey And golden as a halo made of stars, A wreath of laurels, rosemary and bay Laid at the feet of God. Sing like quasars, You thrones and principalities of light! For One has come, in Christ, to lift up Joy! Injustices loom large, and seem, in spite To steal the gladness from the hoi polloi And leave us wandering, alone… the slight Need not be borne, my love, now you’re in play! Your Angels come, bring showers of Pure Delight!