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Entreating Time
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Entreating Time |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap 
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Grim Kronos, set aside thine hourglass, < !signature-->Let now the ever-shifting sands be stilled; And suffer not this strange delight to pass Like wine on that ungrateful desert spilled: A trifle, swiftly gone! Such stolid care As is thy custom cannot here suffice; No common hand may touch a thing so rare Lest that most grave offence exact a price In stolen virtue paid. I prithee, stay -- Or stay thy hand, at least, and turn thine eyes, And leave this stone unnoticed on thy way -- Thy chance neglect shall be my dearest prize. If fleeting bliss be everlasting made, Eternity should seem but meager trade! YOUR LIFE IS A TEST It is only a test ... If this were your Actual Life, you would have been given better instructions! [This message has been edited by Skyfyre (edited 06-09-2000).] |
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emmalouise Junior Member
since 2000-06-04
Posts 26 |
What a lovely sonnet! Beautiful. emma |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
This is so artfully constructed that I am envious--you make it look so easy...I found myself reading it over and over--(how DID she do that?) Perfect, skyfyre. |
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David2 Member
since 2000-03-22
Posts 407 |
Skyfyre, You are truly one of the most talented poets I have ever read. I am in complete awe of your ability to write verse. What a wonderful sonnet. David2  |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Oh, dearest child, why callest thou on me As grim as I must yet before thee stand? For surely it is I who envy thee, What stands to fade, that I should stay my hand? Thou marvels by the proclamation, true, By tongue far mightier than sword could dare, That I, albeit Time, must steal from you The touch of one so priceless and so rare. Wouldst then virtue not be the common thing? Would not thine hand yet hold a greater trust? For what could I provide Death would not sting, That even I should not become as dust? Indeed, should bliss yet stand eternity, What wouldst thou have but love to trade with me? Michael [This message has been edited by Michael (edited 06-09-2000).] |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Ah but don't I know this feeling. Time, ever the evil agent. Wish for it to slow, but nay, it flies like a star through your life. Ask it to speed and it becomes likened unto a snail's path across the earth. That's all I can say bout that. |
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