A Sonnet for Shadowfax & Gandalf

(based on Shakespeare's Sonnet LI )

Thus can my love capture the brightened stance
Of my wild bearer, whence from thee I speed;
To where thou art how shall I haste me thence?
Till I return, of watching is no need.
O what courage will my fine mount then find
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I ride as mounted on the wind;
In winged shadow no motion shall I know.
Ah, can no horse with my desire keep pace;
Therefore desire, of perfect'st love, full count,
Shall trumpet, no hesitation in his fiery race:
And love, for love, thus shall engage my mount
Since from this going he went wilful enow,
Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go.

- Primula