Poems (Betham)/Sonnet
For works with similar titles, see Sonnet.
SONNET.
Urge me no more! nor think, because I seemTame and unsorrowing in the world's rude strife,That anguish and resentment have not hieWithin the heart that ye so quiet deem:In this forc'd stillness only, I sustainMy thought and feeling, wearied out with pain!Floating as 'twere upon some wild abyss,Whence, silent Patience, bending o'er the brink,Would rescue' them with strong and steady hand,And oin again, by that correcting link,Which now is broken:———O, respect her care!Respect her in this fearful self-commend!No moment teems with greater woe than this.Should she but pause, or falter in despair!