Labels and Names Sonnet

As I walk down the shadowed path I think

That you were like to me Saussure’s poor tree

That bore a’thousand names so quietly

But to give name to one will cause it shrink

And death for what was it before the link

Was made twixt sound and sight? And can it be

That each new name gives new identity?

And if this true did I ever so brink

The names that strove to hide the nameless you?

The doe that hides within a for’st of names

That I weak hunter chase with hopes to tame

To own to have to love to see to know.

From me you kept the name used for the doe

And so I left in sadness and in woe.