Sonnet 143

The Dark Lady: Reckoning

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