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SAD SONNETS
Sad sonnets written while a wild hope lasted,
I kiss your eyes, and give you subtle wings,
That towards the distance of blue previous things
Your plumes may hasten: while I fought and fasted
And triumphed, these were written,—now, dismasted,
Around my soul the white foam-fever clings,
And in my ears the chant sonorous rings
Of waves that break the ship's hull bent and blasted.
I kiss your eyes, and give you subtle wings,
That towards the distance of blue previous things
Your plumes may hasten: while I fought and fasted
And triumphed, these were written,—now, dismasted,
Around my soul the white foam-fever clings,
And in my ears the chant sonorous rings
Of waves that break the ship's hull bent and blasted.
But these were written while a hope remained,—
Wild, unfledged, a young eaglet in a dream,—
And while as yet a madman's eyes were strained
Through mists wherein strange answering glances gleam;
Written before the soft red sweet lips spoke,
By the strong heart that loved them,—till it broke.
Wild, unfledged, a young eaglet in a dream,—
And while as yet a madman's eyes were strained
Through mists wherein strange answering glances gleam;
Written before the soft red sweet lips spoke,
By the strong heart that loved them,—till it broke.
1871.
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