The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. I

The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. I

To you, a poet, glorious, heaven–born,
One who is not a poet but a son
Of the earth earthy, sick and travel–worn
And weary with a race already run,
A battle lost e’er yet his day is done,
Comes with this tribute, shattered banners torn
From a defeat. You reign in Macedon,
My Alexander, as at earlier morn
You reigned upon Parnassus, hero, king.
I reign no more, not even in those hearts
For which these songs were made, and if I sing
‘Tis with a harsh and melancholy note
At which my own heart like an echo starts.
Yet sometimes I can deem you listening,
And then all else is instantly forgot.


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