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Enough, no more

Wherefore art thou, the moon is risen high
and I await thee in the rose garden.
When I am with thee then the quick hours fly.
Why dost thou towards me thy heart harden?
Must I think thee a fickle faithless jade?
that treats mine trusting heart as but a toy
I know that thou must act, as does a maid
with power over men thou dost enjoy.
Alack I am become thine helpless slave
dependent on thee for my happiness.
Full many times thy caprice I forgave
and in mine mind I blamed forgetfulness.
Thou art not worthy of my constancy
I�ve found true love and have no need of thee.

July 07

Shakespearean or English sonnet.

Iambic Pentameter 10 syllables to the line
Stress on second syllable
Where(fore) art (thou) the (moon) is (ris) en (high)
(---) denotes stressed syllables

Rhyme pattern
Octet
A
B
A
B
C
D
C
D
Sestet
E
F
E
Heroic couplet
G
G