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A POET’S soul has sung its way to God;
Has loosed its luminous wings from earthly thongs,
And soared to join the imperishable throngs
Whose feet the immaculate valleys long have trod.
For him, the recompense; for us, the rod;
And we to whom regretfulness belongs
Crown our dead singer with his own sweet songs,
And roof his grave with love’s remembering sod.
But yesterday, a beacon on the height;
To-day, a splendor that has passed us by,—
So, one by one into the morning light,
Whilst yet late watchers gaze upon the sky
And wonder what the heavens prophesy,
The shining stars pass silently from sight!]]>
A POET’S soul has sung its way to God;
Has loosed its luminous wings from earthly thongs,
And soared to join the imperishable throngs
Whose feet the immaculate valleys long have trod.
For him, the recompense; for us, the rod;
And we to whom regretfulness belongs
Crown our dead singer with his own sweet songs,
And roof his grave with love’s remembering sod.
But yesterday, a beacon on the height;
To-day, a splendor that has passed us by,—
So, one by one into the morning light,
Whilst yet late watchers gaze upon the sky
And wonder what the heavens prophesy,
The shining stars pass silently from sight!]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=23441 Mon, 14 Mar 2016 07:46:18 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=23441 Edward Thomas
1878-1917 Großbritannien

SOME EYES CONDEMN

SOME eyes condemn the earth they gaze upon :
Some wait patiently till they know far more
Than earth can tell them : some laugh at the whole
As folly of another's making : one

I knew that laughed because he saw, from core
To rind, not one thing 'worth the laugh his soul
Had ready at waking : some eyes have begun
With laughing ; some stand startled at the door.

Others, too, I have seen rest, question, roll,
Dance, shoot. And many I have loved watching. Some
I could not take my eyes from till they turned

And loving died. I had not found my goal.
But thinking of your eyes, dear, I become
Dumb : for they flamed, and it was me they burned.]]> Edward Thomas
1878-1917 Großbritannien

SOME EYES CONDEMN

SOME eyes condemn the earth they gaze upon :
Some wait patiently till they know far more
Than earth can tell them : some laugh at the whole
As folly of another's making : one

I knew that laughed because he saw, from core
To rind, not one thing 'worth the laugh his soul
Had ready at waking : some eyes have begun
With laughing ; some stand startled at the door.

Others, too, I have seen rest, question, roll,
Dance, shoot. And many I have loved watching. Some
I could not take my eyes from till they turned

And loving died. I had not found my goal.
But thinking of your eyes, dear, I become
Dumb : for they flamed, and it was me they burned.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=20434 Wed, 09 May 2012 19:01:21 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=20434 1807 – 1883 Australien


Sonnet to Spring


I.

Gay blooming goddess of the flow'ry year,
Enchanting Spring, thou youth of nature, hail!
What artless beauties in thy train appear,
What balmy fragrance swells th' ambrosial gale,

II.

All nature, ravished, owns thy quick'ning power,
In brighter prospect, lo the landscape spreads!
Aerial music wakes in ev'ry bower,
Sings thro' the brake or carols o'er the meads.

III.

The sportive streamlet, as it purls along,
Laving, with modest kiss, its verdant steep,
In softer cadence wafts the woodland song,
And lulls the fond of solitude to sleep;
My Chloe seeks me in our fav'rite grove
And all creation wears the look of love!]]> 1807 – 1883 Australien


Sonnet to Spring


I.

Gay blooming goddess of the flow'ry year,
Enchanting Spring, thou youth of nature, hail!
What artless beauties in thy train appear,
What balmy fragrance swells th' ambrosial gale,

II.

All nature, ravished, owns thy quick'ning power,
In brighter prospect, lo the landscape spreads!
Aerial music wakes in ev'ry bower,
Sings thro' the brake or carols o'er the meads.

III.

The sportive streamlet, as it purls along,
Laving, with modest kiss, its verdant steep,
In softer cadence wafts the woodland song,
And lulls the fond of solitude to sleep;
My Chloe seeks me in our fav'rite grove
And all creation wears the look of love!]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17481 Sun, 28 Oct 2007 12:51:47 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17481
WHEN too, too conscious of its solitude,
My heart plains weakly as a widowed dove,
The forms of certain women sweet and good,
Whom I have known and love with reverent love,
Rise up before me ; then my heart grows great
With tearful gratitude, and no more pines.
You lovely souls that fitly consecrate
The whiteness of your alabaster shrines !
You tender lives of purest good that leaven
The monstrous evils of our mortal birth !
There are no female angels up in Heaven
Because they all are women here on earth :
As once God's sons, God's daughters now come down ;
But these to share, not lose, the Heavenly crown.]]>
WHEN too, too conscious of its solitude,
My heart plains weakly as a widowed dove,
The forms of certain women sweet and good,
Whom I have known and love with reverent love,
Rise up before me ; then my heart grows great
With tearful gratitude, and no more pines.
You lovely souls that fitly consecrate
The whiteness of your alabaster shrines !
You tender lives of purest good that leaven
The monstrous evils of our mortal birth !
There are no female angels up in Heaven
Because they all are women here on earth :
As once God's sons, God's daughters now come down ;
But these to share, not lose, the Heavenly crown.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17480 Sun, 28 Oct 2007 12:50:55 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17480 Wild discords sadder than Griefs saddest tune ;
As if an owl with his harsh screech should strain
To overgratulate a thrush of June.
The nightingale upon its thorny spray
Finds inspiration in the sullen dark ;
The kindling dawn, the world-wide joyous day
Are inspiration to the soaring lark ;
The seas are silent in the sunny calm,
Their anthem-surges in the tempest boom ;
The skies outroll no solemn thunder-psalm
Till they have clothed themselves with clouds of gloom :
My mirth can laugh and talk, but cannot sing ;
My grief finds harmonies in every thing.]]> Wild discords sadder than Griefs saddest tune ;
As if an owl with his harsh screech should strain
To overgratulate a thrush of June.
The nightingale upon its thorny spray
Finds inspiration in the sullen dark ;
The kindling dawn, the world-wide joyous day
Are inspiration to the soaring lark ;
The seas are silent in the sunny calm,
Their anthem-surges in the tempest boom ;
The skies outroll no solemn thunder-psalm
Till they have clothed themselves with clouds of gloom :
My mirth can laugh and talk, but cannot sing ;
My grief finds harmonies in every thing.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17477 Sun, 28 Oct 2007 12:45:31 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17477
THIS Book, though it should travel far and wide
As ever unripe Author's quick conceit
Could feign his page dispersed, should nowhere meet
A friendlier censor than by Greta's side,
A warmer welcome than at Skiddaw's feet.
Unhappily infrequent in the land
Is now the sage seclusion, the retreat
Sacred to letters : but let this command
Fitting acknowledgment, that time and tide
Saw never yet embellished with more grace
Outward and inward, with more charms allied,
With honours more attended, man or place,
Than where by Greta's silver current sweet
Learning still keeps one calm sequestered seat.]]>
THIS Book, though it should travel far and wide
As ever unripe Author's quick conceit
Could feign his page dispersed, should nowhere meet
A friendlier censor than by Greta's side,
A warmer welcome than at Skiddaw's feet.
Unhappily infrequent in the land
Is now the sage seclusion, the retreat
Sacred to letters : but let this command
Fitting acknowledgment, that time and tide
Saw never yet embellished with more grace
Outward and inward, with more charms allied,
With honours more attended, man or place,
Than where by Greta's silver current sweet
Learning still keeps one calm sequestered seat.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17476 Sun, 28 Oct 2007 12:43:31 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17476
WHO shall lament to know thy aching head
Hath found its pillow ? that in long repose
Great Death, the noblest of thy kingly foes,
Hath laid thee, and, with sacred veil outspread,
Guards thee from basest insults P Thou hast led
A solitary course, among the great
A regal hermitess, despoiled of state,
Or mocked and fretted by one tattered shred
Of melancholy grandeur : thou didst wed
Only to be more mournfully alone !
But now, thy sad regalities o'erthrown,
No more an alien from the common fate,
Thou hast one human blessing for thine own
A place of rest in Nature's kindliest bed.]]>
WHO shall lament to know thy aching head
Hath found its pillow ? that in long repose
Great Death, the noblest of thy kingly foes,
Hath laid thee, and, with sacred veil outspread,
Guards thee from basest insults P Thou hast led
A solitary course, among the great
A regal hermitess, despoiled of state,
Or mocked and fretted by one tattered shred
Of melancholy grandeur : thou didst wed
Only to be more mournfully alone !
But now, thy sad regalities o'erthrown,
No more an alien from the common fate,
Thou hast one human blessing for thine own
A place of rest in Nature's kindliest bed.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17279 Tue, 31 Jul 2007 05:37:34 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=17279 I hear far off the sullen ocean's roar,
Where the rude wave just sweeps the level shore,
Or bursts upon the rocks with whitening foam,

I think upon the scenes my life has known;
On days of sorrow, and some hours of joy;
Both which alike time could so soon destroy!
And now they seem a busy dream alone;

While on the earth exist no single trace
Of all that shook my agitated soul,
As on the beach new waves for ever roll

And fill their past forgotten brother's place:
But I, like the worn sand, exposed remain
To each new storm which frets the angry main.]]> I hear far off the sullen ocean's roar,
Where the rude wave just sweeps the level shore,
Or bursts upon the rocks with whitening foam,

I think upon the scenes my life has known;
On days of sorrow, and some hours of joy;
Both which alike time could so soon destroy!
And now they seem a busy dream alone;

While on the earth exist no single trace
Of all that shook my agitated soul,
As on the beach new waves for ever roll

And fill their past forgotten brother's place:
But I, like the worn sand, exposed remain
To each new storm which frets the angry main.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14585 Tue, 22 May 2007 16:57:38 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14585
Child of lubricious art, of sanguine sport!
Of pangful mirth! sweet ermin'd sprite!
Who lov'st, with silent, velvet step, to court
The bashful bosom of the night.
Whose elfin eyes can pierce night's sable gloom,
And witch her fairy prey with guile,
Who sports fell frolic o'er the grisly tomb,
And gracest death with dimpling smile!
Daughter of ireful mirth, sportive in rage,
Whose joy should shine in sculptur'd bas relief
Like Patience, in rapt Shakespeare's deathless page,
Smiling in marble at wan grief.
Oh, come, and teach me all thy barb'rous joy,
To sport with sorrow first, and then destroy.]]>
Child of lubricious art, of sanguine sport!
Of pangful mirth! sweet ermin'd sprite!
Who lov'st, with silent, velvet step, to court
The bashful bosom of the night.
Whose elfin eyes can pierce night's sable gloom,
And witch her fairy prey with guile,
Who sports fell frolic o'er the grisly tomb,
And gracest death with dimpling smile!
Daughter of ireful mirth, sportive in rage,
Whose joy should shine in sculptur'd bas relief
Like Patience, in rapt Shakespeare's deathless page,
Smiling in marble at wan grief.
Oh, come, and teach me all thy barb'rous joy,
To sport with sorrow first, and then destroy.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14584 Tue, 22 May 2007 16:56:48 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14584
And this reft house is that the which he built,
Lamented Jack! and here his malt he pil'd,
Cautious in vain! These rats that squeak so wild,
Squeak, not unconscious of their father's guilt.
Did ye not see her gleaming through the glade!
Belike, 't was she, the maiden all forlorn.
What tho' she, the maiden all forlorn.
What tho' she milk no cow with crumpled horn,
Yet, aye, she haunts the dale where erst she stray'd;
And aye, beside her stalks her amorous knight!
Still on his thighs their wonted brogues are worn,
And thro' those brogues, still tatter'd and betorn,
His hindward charms gleam an unearthly white;
As when thro' broken clouds at night's high noon
Peeps in fair fragments forth the full orb'd harvest moon.]]>
And this reft house is that the which he built,
Lamented Jack! and here his malt he pil'd,
Cautious in vain! These rats that squeak so wild,
Squeak, not unconscious of their father's guilt.
Did ye not see her gleaming through the glade!
Belike, 't was she, the maiden all forlorn.
What tho' she, the maiden all forlorn.
What tho' she milk no cow with crumpled horn,
Yet, aye, she haunts the dale where erst she stray'd;
And aye, beside her stalks her amorous knight!
Still on his thighs their wonted brogues are worn,
And thro' those brogues, still tatter'd and betorn,
His hindward charms gleam an unearthly white;
As when thro' broken clouds at night's high noon
Peeps in fair fragments forth the full orb'd harvest moon.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14583 Tue, 22 May 2007 16:55:46 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14583
SEVEN times hath Janus ta'en new year by hand,
Seven times hath blust'ring March blown forth his power
To drive out April's buds, by sea and land,
For minion May to deck most trim with flower.
Seven times hath temperate Ver* like pageant play'd,
And pleasant Aestas* eke her flowers told;
Seven times Autumnes' heat hath been delayed
With Hyem's boist'rous blasts and bitter cold.
Seven times, the thirteen moons have changed hue,
Seven times, the sun his course hath gone about,
Seven times, each bird her nest hath built anew,
Since first time you to serve I chosed out.
Still yours am I, though thus the time hath pass'd,
And trust to be so long as life shall last.]]>
SEVEN times hath Janus ta'en new year by hand,
Seven times hath blust'ring March blown forth his power
To drive out April's buds, by sea and land,
For minion May to deck most trim with flower.
Seven times hath temperate Ver* like pageant play'd,
And pleasant Aestas* eke her flowers told;
Seven times Autumnes' heat hath been delayed
With Hyem's boist'rous blasts and bitter cold.
Seven times, the thirteen moons have changed hue,
Seven times, the sun his course hath gone about,
Seven times, each bird her nest hath built anew,
Since first time you to serve I chosed out.
Still yours am I, though thus the time hath pass'd,
And trust to be so long as life shall last.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14554 Tue, 22 May 2007 15:56:55 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14554 "Ariel, my industrious servant!"

Tossed from the falconer's hand, in graceful flight
Of sweeping circles, see the hawk arise
In joyful grandeur to her native skies!
Her bells quick rattling from her airy height,
While over the head of lady and of knight
She sails majestic, watchful of the prey,
With dogs and hunters and the field's array:
Noble associate! fearful the delight,
How ardent and how spiritual made
By her mysterious presence! we attend
On no dull moving earthiy power for aid,
A hovering being of the skies our friend;
So, over the isle his wand the enchanter swayed,
Proud on his faithful Ariel to depend.]]> "Ariel, my industrious servant!"

Tossed from the falconer's hand, in graceful flight
Of sweeping circles, see the hawk arise
In joyful grandeur to her native skies!
Her bells quick rattling from her airy height,
While over the head of lady and of knight
She sails majestic, watchful of the prey,
With dogs and hunters and the field's array:
Noble associate! fearful the delight,
How ardent and how spiritual made
By her mysterious presence! we attend
On no dull moving earthiy power for aid,
A hovering being of the skies our friend;
So, over the isle his wand the enchanter swayed,
Proud on his faithful Ariel to depend.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14553 Tue, 22 May 2007 15:53:32 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14553
What means this mighty chant, wherein its wail
Of some intolerable woe, grown strong
With sense of more intolerable wrong
Swells to a stern victorious march--a gale
Of vengeful wrath? What mean the faces pale,
The fierce resolve, the ecstatic pangs along
Life's fiery ways, the demon thoughts which throng
The gates of awe, when these wild notes assail
The sleeping of our souls ? Hear ye no more
Than the mad foam of revolution's leaven,
Than a roused people's throne-o'erwhelming tread?
Hark! 'tis man's spirit thundering on the shore
Of iron fate; the tramp of Titans dread,
Sworn to dethrone the Gods unjust from Heaven.]]>
What means this mighty chant, wherein its wail
Of some intolerable woe, grown strong
With sense of more intolerable wrong
Swells to a stern victorious march--a gale
Of vengeful wrath? What mean the faces pale,
The fierce resolve, the ecstatic pangs along
Life's fiery ways, the demon thoughts which throng
The gates of awe, when these wild notes assail
The sleeping of our souls ? Hear ye no more
Than the mad foam of revolution's leaven,
Than a roused people's throne-o'erwhelming tread?
Hark! 'tis man's spirit thundering on the shore
Of iron fate; the tramp of Titans dread,
Sworn to dethrone the Gods unjust from Heaven.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14552 Tue, 22 May 2007 15:52:59 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14552
The very spirit of summer breathes to-day,
Here where I sun me in a dreamy mood,
And laps the sultry leas, and seems to brood
Tenderly o'er those hazed hills far away.
The air is fragrant with the new-mown hay,
And drowsed with hum of myriad flies pursued
By twittering martins. All yon hillside wood
Is drowned in sunshine till its green looks grey.
No scrap of cloud is in the still blue sky,
Vaporous with heat, from which the foreground trees
Stand out--each leaf cut sharp. The whetted scythe
Makes rustic music for me as I lie,
Watching the gambols of the children blythe,
Drinking the season's sweetness to the lees.]]>
The very spirit of summer breathes to-day,
Here where I sun me in a dreamy mood,
And laps the sultry leas, and seems to brood
Tenderly o'er those hazed hills far away.
The air is fragrant with the new-mown hay,
And drowsed with hum of myriad flies pursued
By twittering martins. All yon hillside wood
Is drowned in sunshine till its green looks grey.
No scrap of cloud is in the still blue sky,
Vaporous with heat, from which the foreground trees
Stand out--each leaf cut sharp. The whetted scythe
Makes rustic music for me as I lie,
Watching the gambols of the children blythe,
Drinking the season's sweetness to the lees.]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14551 Tue, 22 May 2007 15:51:40 +0000 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett-archiv.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=14551
Sarah! throbbed not thy young heart on that day
With innocent triumph, when the youthful throng,
With rites of ancient usage, and sweet song,
Had crowned thee Queen of verdant-mantled May?

And not unmeet thy triumph, - for the voice
Of thy young peers, which singled thee from all,
To circle with the rural coronal,
Spoke merit in the Queen of their free choice!

But still remember, Sarah, thou canst find
No lasting joy in earthly diadems,
Whether of flowers composed, or costly gems:

Those fade, and these oft dazzle but to blind;
And we must look to other wourlds than this
For crowns of real and abiding bliss.]]>
Sarah! throbbed not thy young heart on that day
With innocent triumph, when the youthful throng,
With rites of ancient usage, and sweet song,
Had crowned thee Queen of verdant-mantled May?

And not unmeet thy triumph, - for the voice
Of thy young peers, which singled thee from all,
To circle with the rural coronal,
Spoke merit in the Queen of their free choice!

But still remember, Sarah, thou canst find
No lasting joy in earthly diadems,
Whether of flowers composed, or costly gems:

Those fade, and these oft dazzle but to blind;
And we must look to other wourlds than this
For crowns of real and abiding bliss.]]>