Sonnet 292

The eyes I spoke of once in words that burn,
the arms and hands and feet and lovely face
that took me from myself for such a space
of time and marked me out from other men;

the waving hair of unmixed gold that shone,
the smile that flashed with the angelic rays
that use to make this earth a paradise
are now a little dust, all feeling gone;

and yet I live, grief and disdain to me
left where the light I cherished never shows,
in fragile bark on the tempestuous sea.

Here let my loving song come to a close,
the vein of my accustomed art is dry,
and this, my lyre, turned at last to tears.


Summary:
What I get out of this poem, is that he once loved someone, but now that person is gone. He has no more feeling because he has gone numb. He loved too much and now he is left with nothing. He has nothing left to do but cry because he lost the one he loved.

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