Henry Timrod - Sonnet 04

Henry Timrod - Sonnet 04

They dub thee idler, smiling sneeringly, br And why? because, forsooth, so many moons, br Here dwelling voiceless by the voiceful sea, br Thou hast not set thy thoughts to paltry tunes br In song or sonnet. Them these golden noons br Oppress not with their beauty; they could prate, br Even while a prophet read the solemn runes br On which is hanging some imperial fate.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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