The Sonnet King.
O Petrarch! I am here. I bow to thee, Great king of sonnets, thrond long ago And lover-like, as Love enjoineth me, And miser-like, enamoured of my woe, I reckon up my teardrops as they flow. I would not lose the power to shed a tear For all the wealth of Plutus and his reign. I would not be so base as not complain When she I love is absent from my sight. No, not for all the marvels of the night, And all the varying splendours of the year. Do thou assist me, thou! that art the light Of all true lovers' souls, in all the sphere, To make a May-time of my sorrows slain.
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"O Petrarch! I am here. I bow to thee,..."
This evocative piece by Eric Mackay, titled "The Sonnet King.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...