Sonnet 50

Love from Afar

  1. 1 How heavy do I journey on the way,
  2. 2 When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
  3. 3 Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
  4. 4 'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!'
  5. 5 The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
  6. 6 Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
  7. 7 As if by some instinct the wretch did know
  8. 8 His rider lov'd not speed, being made from thee:
  9. 9 The bloody spur cannot provoke him on,
  10. 10 That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,
  11. 11 Which heavily he answers with a groan,
  12. 12 More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
  13. 13 For that same groan doth put this in my mind,
  14. 14 My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.