Sonnet 143
The Dark Lady: Reckoning
- 1 Lo, as a careful housewife runs to catch
- 2 One of her feather'd creatures broke away,
- 3 Sets down her babe, and makes all swift dispatch
- 4 In pursuit of the thing she would have stay;
- 5 Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
- 6 Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
- 7 To follow that which flies before her face,
- 8 Not prizing her poor infant's discontent;
- 9 So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,
- 10 Whilst I thy babe chase thee afar behind;
- 11 But if thou catch thy hope, turn back to me,
- 12 And play the mother's part, kiss me, be kind;
- 13 So will I pray that thou mayst have thy 'Will,'
- 14 If thou turn back and my loud crying still.