Sonnet 58
Love from Afar
- 1 That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
- 2 I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
- 3 Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
- 4 Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
- 5 O! let me suffer, being at your beck,
- 6 The imprison'd absence of your liberty;
- 7 And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check,
- 8 Without accusing you of injury.
- 9 Be where you list, your charter is so strong
- 10 That you yourself may privilage your time
- 11 To what you will; to you it doth belong
- 12 Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
- 13 I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
- 14 Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.