''If My Muse Leaves Me, Yet Shall I Love Her''
If my muse leaves me, yet shall I love herstill; and pen songs and odes of fairest rhymes,
telling of heights uncommon and rarest climes
(to woo her, for there's none else above her).
Nevertheless, woe am I (because of her
apathy)! Whilst the very fewest times
my lines mention her not-so-threadbarest crimes
of blowing hot and cold with me, whereof her
callousness leaves me with not a dry eye
to call my own (nor with a heart unbroken):
with this distress I feel I cannot lie,
or let my disappointment go unspoken.
Muse? O Muse! Behold me now (and return),
lest my zeal for thee will no longer burn.
Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2021-07-08 at 19:00
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