Although you shrink in all the world's commend, My eye, being so bound below, must see your state Exalted forever, and in lisping wish hear commands, Training all my weak powers to stand as your prelate. 5 Although you wish stern winds in changed motion blow, Or face themselves, and in opposition end, They shall bend and stop as your desire goes; Although you wish time's ruin to suspend And keep vital death inactive that yearns to kill 10 Or erase all your age's scars back to birth, Each small wish shall be the everything of my will, Overturning Atlas and his tipsy earth By my modest course; for what your least dream has said Speaks prophecies to my ear of lead.
From the collection "XXX Sonnets"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.