The Sonnet of Camilla
|The Sonnet of Camilla
written by John Masefield
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Lord, when Thy servant, doubting of Thy grace,
Went in despair from what she judged Thy frown
To search for comfort in an earthly town,
Despairing of all help in any place!
When she was sure, that not in any case
Could her demerits touch the longed for crown,
But rather sorrow, that would bring her down
Where no light comes, nor joy, nor Bridegroom’s face:
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Then, m the chaos, lo, a plan revealed.
Lo, in the sand, the lilies of the field.
All thy blind servant’s darkness of untrust
Proven more wicked than her tongue can speak.
To her unfaith thou turn’dst the other cheek,
And, to her greed, gavest gold that cannot rust.
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