[BNP/E3, 49A1 – 40]

Thou knewst not lust with idle fame

† and corrupted, rack’d and torn 

Nor {…} shame

Nor know’st thou not[1] the pain of seeing the day

Which doth rain[2] and darkness take its way

Fall’n from the golden promise of the morn.

__________

Sonnet. 25th May 1907

 
[1] Nor /But\ know’st thou not /well\
[2] rain /slow\