Weekly Interlinear Poem





This is the poem
for the week of August 10.
A new interlinear poem
is available each Monday.

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Robert Jackson

Being your slave, what should I do but tend upon the hours and times of your desire
Sonnet No. 57

-William Shakespeare



Being your slave, what should I do but tend
tend=attend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
hours and times of your desire=any time you want me
I have no precious time at all to spend,
precious=personally important
Nor services to do, till you require.
till you require=apart from your requirements
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
world-without-end hour=endless hours
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
for you=for your coming
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu,
once=once and for all
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be or your affairs suppose
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those.
save=except
those=those with whom you are

So true a fool is love that in your will,
your will=your William (also, choice of action)
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu,
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be or your affairs suppose
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save where you are, how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.