Sonnet InDreaming from my tower in the airnHigher than the trees surrounding closenWondering if men would find me fair,nFootsteps down below break my reposenThe mist about my window hinders menFrom viewing who would enter in my courtnBut so few visitors I chance to see,nIntent I am on making my reportnAnd tuning my sweet song towards the earth,nI’ll change my fate, which left me here since birth.nnSonnet IInSix notes only had I sounded whennThe footsteps came nearer my prison wallnTrembled I, yet sounded them againnAnd from what seemed the pit of earth heard callnA voice quite different from those I had heardnThough I could count that number on one handnMy lips too dry to speak a single word,nI wondered why I had not better plannednAnd tried in vain to step back from the sillnFor something held my hair and kept me still.nnSonnet IIInI tried to scream but sound I could not makenMy frightened wit had robbed me of my speechnI thought of how my tresses I might break,nBut spied the scissors just beyond my reachnFrantically I fumbled through my skirts,nSearching for my dagger in the foldnThe same I used for tearing linen shirtsnAnd as I knew not what of me had hold,nTo sacrifice my braids I raised my knifenToo late! I now must kill to save my life.nnSonnet IVnMy point directed at the stranger’s chin,nNo time was left for severing his ropenBut shall I murder him or let him in?nI was too stunned at what I saw to hopenFor some salvation. I knew I was lostnWhichever was my choice it mattered notnThe mist had cleared, my innocence the costnAnd for one endless moment I was wroughtnOf human flesh and human cares and fearsnThe fantasy of fables read for years.nnSonnet VnA face it was, yea, had it lips and eyes,nBut unlike that which greets me in the glassnIn its twin orbs I saw no less surprisenAnd so we stood, two statues made of brassnI gazing in his eyes and he in minenAs though we might have read each other’s thoughtnsHe smiled slowly as one drunk with winenWhen suddenly the forest rang with shotsnThe hunters oft’ before had come too near,nAnd so I bid adieu to all my fear.nnSonnet VInHardly knowing half of what I didnBut well aware the half I knew was mad,nI grasped his arms as virtue may forbidnAnd pulled the creature with what strength I hadnInto the chamber. To the floor we fell,nThen scrambled I to my poniard retrievenAnd asked him now, at death’s third door to tellnWhy cam’st he hence, and bade him not deceivenFor if he should be false, despite his beauty,nThough I be fooled, my dagger knew its duty.nnSonnet VIInHis lips then moved but not a sound was heardnI saw them as two petals from a rosenWhen finally he was fit to say a word,nI was content examining his nosenHe made some mention of a songbird’s tunenI was not listening but o’erlooked his brownHe claimed he would have climbed up to the moonnI wished to give him peace but knew not hownHe had not thought his rope a maiden’s hairnUpon my life, I found the creature fair!nnSonnet VIIInThe deed explained, he begged of me my namen“Rapunzel” I replied. “A man thou art?”n“I am” the creature laughed, “The very samenHow long hast thou been kept from life apart?”nI told him how, for one and twenty years,nMy home had been the walls he saw around menHow no amount of pleading, nor no tearsnHave gained a visitor until he found menBut when I think upon it I recall,nFor staring, he did not hear me at all.nnSonnet IXnIt seemed to me we may as well not speaknHis eyes had gone as cloudy as the daynHe asked if he might come again that weeknAnd I knew he must soon be gone awaynHe took my hands and pressed them in his ownnAs if by doing so he should stay longernHe told me of the world I might have known,nVowing to return and slay my wrongernThen promising no harm, his head he bentnAnd kissed my lips, then out the sill he went.nnSonnet XnLowering himself as he had come,nThrough the mist my creature disappeared,nRiding back to all that he was fromnAnd all that I could never be I fearednAnd yet what raven locks fell round his facenWhat gentle eyes as gray as seagulls wingsnA voice so soft my words cannot replacenThe memory of a thousand lovely thingsnAnd so I’ll dream again of arms more sweetnThe dagger I had dropped lies at my feet.