Get Your Premium Membership

Sonnet 73: 'The Agon of a Love Thrown Out, Debased'

The agon of a love thrown out, debased, Doth wound as deep as deeply ever could It cuts across the veins in my pump based And turns my heartfelt words to dull, dry wood. It is a blinding shadow hid in wit That thinks, by wit that it cannot be seen, A diamond rose, and silver leaf – on it, A gold acorn; these three are yet too mean To offer to the lady of my heart, Or yet, to win her favor for my helm, Or yet, to seal my hope against her dart, Enough! For her, the finest in the realm! Doth not suffice, nor will, my noble friend. But you shall love her to the bitter end.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.