Sonnets by the Steward
2. On the Death of his Wife
Her eyes, sea-nurtured, dimmed with fountain’s tears,
Soft feet, sand-cradled, broken on you stone,
Dusk’s silken nightfall, frosted by your years.
What fool was I two mistresses to serve?
For cold and cruel you took from her your price;
Her sons the offering e’en before their birth,
Her marriage bed the stone of sacrifice.
What need to turn your jealous eye her way?
For steward-like most dutiful she served –
Though tempered white with softer shades of grey –
And gave her all to see this tower preserved.
Let Shadow stalk our streets, scythe through our lives,
Thresh out all hope, for still our pride survives.
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