Song of the Seamstress

When my Laurel was elevated to Pelican, I was involved in the Gotcha! of it. I also wrote her an Elizabethan sonnet, which is a contemporary form of writing for both my and her personae. In it, you'll find slant-rhyme, which offends me on a fundamental level, but it perfectly period. The opening line is lifted directly from Shakespeare's sonnet 128. The rest is my original composition.

How oft hath thou, my music, music play'st?
How oft my back in finest garment cloth'd?
With word and deed, thy faithful heart doth say'st,
As in heart's blood, your service it hath glow'd.
Green is the belt you granted me to wear,
As 'neath your wings you sheltered me and taught.
And greener, still, the envy all those bear
Who stand beyond the ring your service wrought.
Such joy I feel to be here on this day,
To sit in witness as you gain your due.
No greater joy be found in fields of May,
To know that all have seen the truth of you.
Since pelicans give freely of their blood,
As you have oft giv'n freely of thy love.

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