35 SONNETS

• I - Whether we write or speak or do but look
• II - If that apparent part of life's delight
• III - When I do think my meanest line shall be
• IV - I could not think of thee as piecèd rot,
• IX - Oh to be idle loving idleness!
• V - How can I think, or edge my thoughts to action,
• VI - As a bad orator, badly o'er-book-skilled,
• VII - Thy words are torture to me, that scarce grieve thee —
• VIII - Ah quantas máscaras e submáscaras - T
• VIII - How many masks wear we, and undermasks,
• X - As to a child, I talked my heart asleep
• XI- Like to a ship that storms urge on its course,
• XII - As the lone, frightèd user of a night-road
• XIII - When I should be asleep to mine own voice
• XIV - We are born at sunset and we die ere morn,
• XIX - Beauty and love let no one separate,
• XV - Like a bad suitor desperate and trembling
• XVI - We never joy enjoy to that full point
• XVII - My love, and not I, is the egoist.
• XVIII - Indefinite space, which, by co-substance night,
• XX - When in the widening circle of rebirth
• XXI - Thought was born blind, but Thought knows what is seeing.
• XXII - My soul is a stiff pageant, man by man,
• XXIII - Even as upon a low and cloud-domed day,
• XXIV - Something in me was born before the stars
• XXIX - My weary life, that lives unsatisfied
• XXV - We are in Fate and Fate's and do but lack
• XXVI - The world is woven all of dream and error
• XXVII - How yesterday is long ago! The past
• XXVIII - The edge of the green wave whitely doth hiss
• XXX - I do not know what truth the false untruth
• XXXI - I am older than Nature and her Time
• XXXII - When I have sense of what to sense appears,
• XXXIII - He that goes back does, since he goes, advance,
• XXXIV - Happy the maimed, the halt, the mad, the blind —
• XXXV - Good. I have done. My heart weighs. I am sad.