SONNETS are full of love, and this my tome
 Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
 One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart's quiet home,
 To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
 Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my lodestar while I go and come.
And so because you love me, and because
 I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
   Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:
   In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
 Of time and change and mortal life and death.