Silver and Roses, Henna and Myrrh

 

 

 

 

To Vesta

 

To stately Vesta of the gloaming-tide,

The mistress of the lavish hearth, are paid

The thanks of men for whom good things betide

And luck and grace and bounty are displayed,

To Vesta, then, thanksgiving’s queen, let me

The measure of my hearty thanks return

For having suffered me encounter thee,

For whom the embers of my bosom burn.

Have I been rude, forgive mine eagle’s heart.

A solitary one as I is wont

To give reproof with anger-fashioned dart,

Awaiting love his haughtiness to daunt.

Forgiven, might I better love my love

And sing to her this sonnet of the dove.

 

                       

                               Sunday, November 24, 1968

 

 

 

 

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