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But, ah, the sonnet slave must understand The mission of his bondage, or the grave May clasp his bones, or ever he shall save The perfect word that is the poet's wand! BUT AH THE SONNET SLAVE MUST UNDERSTAND THE MISSION OF HIS BONDAGE OR THE GRAVE MAY CLASP HIS BONES OR EVER HE SHALL SAVE THE PERFECT WORD THAT IS THE POET'S WAND
call, For one that welcomes, welcomes when he fears, The black and awful chaos of the night; For through it all, -- above, beyond it all, -- I know the far-sent message of the years, I feel the coming glory of the Light! On the Night of a Friend's Wedding If ever I am old, and all alone, I shall have killed one grief, at any rate; For then, thank God, I shall not have to wait Much longer for the sheaves that I have sown. The devil only knows what I have done, But here I am, and here are six or eight Good friends, who most ingenuously prate About my songs to such and such a one. But everything is all askew to-night, -- As if the time were come, or almost come, For their untenanted mirage of me To lose itself and crumble out of sight, Like a tall ship that floats above the foam A little while, and then breaks utterly. Sonnet The master and the slave go hand in hand, Though touch be lost. The poet is a slave, And there be kings do sorrowfully crave The joyance that a scullion may command.  SONNET BY EDWIN ALLINGTON ROBINSON READ FOR LIVERBOX DOT ORG BY JAMES LEPPINE SONNET THE MASTER AND THE SLAVE GO HAND IN HAND THOUGH TOUCH BE LOST THE POET IS A SLAVE AND THERE BE KINGS DO SORROWFULLY CRAVE THE JOYANCE THAT A SCULLION MAY COMMAND
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