I humble myself, old friend, and hie
to apologize for cutting you off so bruskly
in my monkish solitude. I confess I
thought you a nuisance, even in your divinity,
and surely gave offense. Yet lately
I've revived and become more enterprising.
Now I ask forgiveness, if only for my lady's
sake, whose delight is fitted to your rising.
If you must punish, be merciful. No stud
am I now in my ripeness, commanding those same
energies that once made a carnival of my blood.
I am grey, but have been your servant and will remain.
Grant me your favor then if you deem it just,
that I may pour desire in my lady's cup.