Posts Tagged ‘Sonnet 5’

Those hours that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will place the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter and confounds him there,
Sap check’d with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o’ersnow’d and bareness everywhere.
Then, were not summer’s distillation left
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty’s effect with beauty were bereft –
Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was;
But flowers distill’d, though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show – their substance still loves sweet.


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……..Sonnet 5 – The Conqueror

Earth’s rippled hills outside the window spread
Like ocean waves, foam-crested, cedar green.
Rise! They swell to sky and thus are wed
As valleyed flower girls walk in between.

The hills hold mysteries, when down below
Man cannot see what lies beyond the crest.
The urge to climb, cross over yonder row,
Gives birth, like old, to an explorer’s breast.

Besides the climbers, there are those who stay
To build, to nest like eagles near the skies;
A lure to stake a claim, to dwell each day
That nothing but an empire satisfies.

The one who lives atop a hill or crag
Is kin of conqueror who plants the flag.


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

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