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Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage (Sonnet 26)

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knot,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit:
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,
But that I hope some good conceit of thine
In thy soul’s thought, all naked, will bestow it;
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving
Points on me graciously with fair aspect
And puts apparel on my tatter’d loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
    Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee;
    Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me.

Credit


This poem is in the public domain.

Author


William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare, regarded as the foremost dramatist of his time, wrote more than thirty plays and more than one hundred sonnets, all written in the form of three quatrains and a couplet that is now recognized as Shakespearean.

Date Published: 1904-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/lord-my-love-whom-vassalage-sonnet-26