There have been times when I could storm and plead, <br />But you shall never hear me supplicate. <br />These long months that have magnified my need <br />Have made my asking less importunate, <br />For now small favors seem to me so great <br />That not the courteous lovers of old time <br />Were more content to rule themselves and wait, <br />Easing desire with discourse and sweet rhyme. <br />Nay, be capricious, willful; have no fear <br />To wound me with unkindness done or said, <br />Lest mutual devotion make too dear <br />My life that hangs by a so slender thread, <br />And happy love unnerve me before May <br />For that stern part that I have yet to play.<br /><br />Alan Seeger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-07-4/
