Tribute to Master Bacon
Sonnet
That thou hast caged mine heart with sugared words,
Then thou alone ribs of steel shouldst lend;
But since the sky borrows of the earth, and droops not,
This breath bloweth a trumpet, to thy sleeping ear.
Could I weep thy death from mine eyes,
Hide thee in smiles, and stay the winds that gods bloweth;
I shalt bow stubborn leaves to play when no breeze sighs,
And thy lips shalt let words go by, and language endeth.
Unfold thyself to me; cancel thy winking jewels,
Should thy reveal these porches of death;
Conduct mine hands within thin whispery snooze,
To rip from Death’s creaky spine thy cobwebbed breath.
Be calm good wind; blow not a word away,
Lest my boasts behold man to subscribe in silence. |
