All English Sonnets
Parting Of Ways III
When this and that I forget, I remind,
Myself to write it down. but evermore,
I forget- even to keep this in my mind,
And wander aimless, anchorless, therefore,
I do not know- what ailment threatens me,
Though all the greatest sages I have met,
To ascertain the causes and to see,
What calamity is hanging like a threat.
To stifle me and make my love so mute,
And choke the muse that bubbles in my heart?
I long for nothing, wealth nor no repute,
But only with a sense of peace depart.
To kingdom come. And in His loving arms,
Find what I missed but liked in Earthly charms.