Persian Sonnets - Part 21
A LAS , I have no tale of love to tell!
No art to weave you words of subtle grace
And limn so lively-true my woeful case
That I be loved because I loved so well;
For, ever as I strove to write there fell
A weight upon my heart, and stayed my hand,
And one sad thought, like touch of magic wand,
Bewitched my fancy with a freezing spell.
O laughing world, laugh on and let me be!
Are you my judge? and shall your mocking eyes
Go peering through my heart, and lightly see
What I have given my very life to hide?
My judge I know: great is he, just and wise.
Love's court, not yours, is where my case is tried.
No art to weave you words of subtle grace
And limn so lively-true my woeful case
That I be loved because I loved so well;
For, ever as I strove to write there fell
A weight upon my heart, and stayed my hand,
And one sad thought, like touch of magic wand,
Bewitched my fancy with a freezing spell.
O laughing world, laugh on and let me be!
Are you my judge? and shall your mocking eyes
Go peering through my heart, and lightly see
What I have given my very life to hide?
My judge I know: great is he, just and wise.
Love's court, not yours, is where my case is tried.
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