I can but try for M lady Emma

Petrarchan sonnet in tetrameter

I can but try.

 

Why dost thou weep, why dost thou sigh.

Why dost thou let thy tears downflow

Why hath thy spirit sunk so low.

I ask but thou dost not reply.

I cannot help although I try

 What hidest thou,  I may not know

What trial dost thou undergo.

Mayhap thou thinkest that I pry.

 

It makes me sad to see thee weep

I only wish to comfort thee.

Thy secrets are thine own to keep.

 If thou canst not place trust in me.

It seems thy hurt has cut too deep.

I must accept reluctantly.

 

Thursday, 11 February 2010

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