In Principio

Threnody -- a Shakespearean sonnet

From faraway lands, my dear, to which you've sailed,

My soul remains unwavering in resolve.

Thy empty seat grows cold with words long staled

Distance partèd only when love absolves.

Weep not; I shall keep peace through turmoiled times

And hold my ribbon'd curls stoic and high.

For from thy strength, I instill strength in mine;

My inner waves-- let not my eyes belie.

Tell me, O sailor! whenst thou cometh home?

When I may take delight in alpenglow?

When ancient rhyme prove sound through the seafoam;

Then only will qualm's vise slacken, I know.

And if e'er thy vessel do not return,

Know that forever -- for you -- my heart will yearn.