Coil - I. Ascension - (sonnet Lvii) lyrics

rate me

Being your slave, what should I do but tend<br />

Upon the hours and times of your desire?<br />

I have no precious time at all to spend,<br />

Nor services to do, till you require.<br />

Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour<br />

Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,<br />

Nor think the bitterness of absence sour<br />

When you have bid your servant once adieu;<br />

Nor dare I question with my jealous thought<br />

Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,<br />

But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought<br />

Save, where you are how happy you make those.<br />

So true a fool is love that in your will,<br />

Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.