The harp-weaver, and other poems
PART FOUR
SONNETS IV-I WHEN YOU, THAT AT THIS MOMENT IV-II THAT LOVE AT LENGTH SHOULD FIND IV-III LOVE IS NOT BLIND IV-IV I KNOW I AM BUT SUMMER IV-V I PRAY YOU IF YOU LOVE ME IV-VI PITY ME NOT IV-VII SOMETIMES WHEN I AM WEARIED IV-VIII OH, OH, YOU WILL BE SORRY IV-IX HERE IS A WOUND IV-X I SHALL GO BACK AGAIN IV-XI SAY WHAT YOU WILL IV-XII WHAT’S THIS OF DEATH IV-XIII I SEE SO CLEARLY IV-XIV YOUR FACE IS LIKE A CHAMBER IV-XV THE LIGHT COMES BACK IV-XVI LORD ARCHER, DEATH IV-XVII LOVING YOU LESS THAN LIFE IV-XVIII I, BEING BORN A WOMAN IV-XIX WHAT LIPS MY LIPS HAVE KISSED IV-XX STILL WILL I HARVEST BEAUTY IV-XXI HOW HEALTHILY THEIR FEET IV-XXII EUCLID ALONE HAS LOOKED