Comrade-Soul

Sonnet

O thou comrade-soul who
dwellest in thy vast limitless brood,
Who by self-will wrought thy groove
In which now thou willingly art,
Is the miracle of thy sacrifice.
Illimitable art thou, limited thou pretendest:
Imperial art thy light, here darkened seems,
Is the marvel of thy wisdom greatest.
O hither, hither, O higher, higher
Towards summits of thy spirit
In which thou art with thy Paramour,
Is thy destiny entwined with my light.

A story of thee I alone know and thrill about,
Is the common tale of humanity’s birthright.