Another distorted sonnet - about a woman's unrequited love
Fetch my heart; aye thou art its possessor,
And hast kept it many a long year gone,
Without my conscience full aware of it.
Thou hast been keeper, purely innocent
Of mind and ignorant of its beating;
I gave it you when I could not keep it
Safe myself from angry love and bitter-
But dear one, lend me your heart and grant that
Tethered rhythmic organ back its freedom;
For by mine own eyes I have spied afresh
An icy stream that flows, aches agony
Into the bed and devastates the young,
Full, fertile earth and I know it wants of me.