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Sonnet Lvii

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Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
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T Rajan Evol 11 September 2020
Excellent poem on master by a servant.
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Dr Antony Theodore 06 March 2020
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought... very fine poem. tony
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Brian Jani 26 April 2014
Awesome I like this poem, check mine out
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