The Virgin Martyr

Every wild she-bird has nest and mate in the warm April weather,

But a captive woman, made for love – no mate, no nest has she.

In the spring of young desire, young men and maids are wed together,

And the happy mothers flaunt their bliss for all the world to see:

Nature’s sacramental feast for these – an empty board for me.

I, a young maid once, an old maid now, deposed, despised, forgotten –

I, like them have thrilled with passion and have dreamed of nuptial rest,

Of the trembling life within me of my children unbegotten,

Of a breathing new-born body to my yearning bosom prest,

Of the rapture of a little soft mouth drinking at my breast.

Time, that heals so many sorrows, keeps mine ever freshly aching;

Though my face is growing furrowed and my brown hair turning white,

Still I mourn my irremediable loss, asleep or waking –

Still I hear my son’s voice calling “mother” in the dead of night,

And am haunted by my girl’s eyes that will never see the light.

O my children that I might have had! my children, lost for ever!

O the goodly years that might have been – now desolate and bare!

O malignant God or Fate, what have I done that I should never

Take my birthright like the others, take the crown that women wear,

And possess the common heritage to which all flesh is heir?

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Poems in English 

• Sonnet CXLIV by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXLIII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXLII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXLI by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXL by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXIX by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXIV by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXIII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXI: O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CXI by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet CX by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet LX by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet LVIII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet LVII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet LVI by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet LV by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet LIX by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet LIII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet LII by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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