Sonnet 48
Love from Afar
- 1 How careful was I when I took my way,
- 2 Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
- 3 That to my use it might unused stay
- 4 From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!
- 5 But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,
- 6 Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,
- 7 Thou best of dearest, and mine only care,
- 8 Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
- 9 Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest,
- 10 Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
- 11 Within the gentle closure of my breast,
- 12 From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;
- 13 And even thence thou wilt be stol'n I fear,
- 14 For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.