Sonnet 125, Oh Dreadful Sin

Oh dreadful sin of lust and growing strain That from dark garden bloom in shading grays And with you momentarily wistful stays Like that of shadows one who search in vain Oh blackish crow so sinful in its drain This is not light in this so fainting rays When lust has taken each one's feelings lace And given you affection which is not plain Oh searching soul with man's eternal desire Why have you stopped to burn so bright and clear Like a candle flame you flicker lonesome night And low you crawl and never go on higher When best of virtues could be with you near Why have you lost you feathered wings and flight?