This is my first attempt at a sonnet (Petrarchan, in case you're curious.) Also, my family is in the process of watching the BBC production of Bleak House (by Dickens), and this sonnet somewhat has in mind Guppy's love of Esther.
Imago Dei 11/20/2010
When I do stoop to look on mountains high,
Or when through thickets ambling do I see
The vernal buds where dwells the honeybee,
Which, floating free as if the king of May
Does gorge himself on nectar at noonday
Like Bacchus in his evening revelry,
Or bend an ear to hear a symphony,
Or view the morn with single, squinted eye,
Then do I fear that thy too-distant face,
That surely out of deeper heaven shines
Its light, must be not of this earthly place
And in these lesser lights my heart repines
To know that I am dooméd to debase
What in my heart I know can ne'er be mine.
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