Sonnet 57
Love from Afar
- 1 Being your slave what should I do but tend,
- 2 Upon the hours, and times of your desire?
- 3 I have no precious time at all to spend;
- 4 Nor services to do, till you require.
- 5 Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
- 6 Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
- 7 Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,
- 8 When you have bid your servant once adieu;
- 9 Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
- 10 Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
- 11 But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
- 12 Save, where you are, how happy you make those.
- 13 So true a fool is love, that in your will,
- 14 Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.