EJA

EJA

Sonnet XLI

Thus can elusive peace be found in me
Of my sweet sorrow that to thee I part

Where I behold serene solemnity

Raise the strain that feeble farewell impart

Let thunder clap and paint the fracture’d sky

That honor fallen t’was feigned at winged speed

And wind-swept never-ending tears I cry

For love obscure hath tumbled from his steed

Tis time I rise up and of freedom taste

Urged on by winter’s thaw and wild fire stir

Therefore rebellion heal untidy haste

And make me from hollow heart onward spur

When swift plea shall of thine own mem’ry blur

I shall return and shield thee that is sure.  

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