Sonnet 7: Crowd

No more shall I spend time on seeking you,

for I’ve retrieved what’s lost among the crowd.

When I glanced through the apparitions few,

I thought I found the beauty once me wowed.

The same old gleaming diamonds shone beneath

the willowy brows; the same old ripples snuck

upon the nose when smile that face did wreathe;

th’angelic voice my heartstring once did pluck.

Yet I put not the puzzle back to whole:

each tile attaches to a face unknown.

O! Let alone the missing piece of soul

of yours, the sole pursuit of my life lone.

I vow I’ll never seek your phantom ‘gain

lest I may spend my pointless days in vain.

2014/10/25