To His Watch
12 August 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2
poetry, classic, rhyme
The telling time our task is; time's some part,
Not all, but we were framed to fail and die—
One spell and well that one. There, ah thereby
Is comfort's carol of all or woe's worst smart.
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
8 August 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2
poetry, classic, sonnet, rhyme
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
What hours, O what black hours we have spent
This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!