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Sonnet 48,312


How works this heart – this keeper of unending beats?
This wretched instrument of Pain’s design?
This brazen beast that foolishly completes
Each purposely unfinished thought of mine?
The brain – that blessed stock of good intentions:
Would that I could to thee apologize!
For thy unheeded answers to my questions
Bore truly loyal wisdom in disguise.
Mine actions, though, cling steadfast in their way
To Hope, to Prospect – all the heart’s damnations!
And my whole body now must clear away
The shattered remnants of my heart’s creations.
Why is my brain’s sagacity ignored,
While mine own heart’s stupidity adored?