A worthy occupation
Saturday September 16, 2006
My mind and my words have flown today. Sitting idle, hands folded, waiting for the hours to pass, I searched out a poem to speak for me:
My true love hath my heart and I have his
My true love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven.
My true love hath my heart and I have his.
His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his because in me it bides.
My true love hath my heart, and I have his.
Sir Phillip Sidney (1554 – 1586)
When the clock ticks slowly, marking the empty time between one coffee and the next, searching through poems is as worthy an occupation as I can find.
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