Sonnet XVI Thoughts of Home and Abroad
Oh, hide from me those listless hours, cloak'd stillAs sleep by that same night that once brought this
My mind uneasy agitation; 'til
Provedence sung sweet songs of curious
And wayward strains. Hence drawn from my sylvan
Grove, I walk'd the ways of willows and thorn
Bedeck'd wild roses that to my eyes ran
Satiate splendor, yet left me forlorn.
By some sad measure, those listless tunes do
Gently weep for my return and haunt my
Silent meditations and petition
With the beauty I had found once there too.
Yet settled by the purplescent night sky,
I watch the sunset with sad satisfaction.
-June 15, 1997
2 Comments:
You call ME coded. My mind was going in too many directions to not paraphrase.
I know that feeling :)
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home