Explore "Sonnets" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
What shall I give to her who will not care / If I give soul or roses, will not know / How that, for sweets she'll spend, light smiles she'll sow, / I will reap bitter tears? If she could wear / Those tears as stars to sparkle in her hair! / What shall I give? I have not fall'n so low / I may not lay one gift before I go / Upon the altar of my heart's despair.
She will not know; yet, in my love a king, / I must be worthy of my crown and throne, / And so can sacrifice no little thing.