When in the dreary hour of decline

[JenniLynne]

A sonnet.

When in the dreary hour of decline
I sit and think on life’s untrodden ways,
And how they left, bereft of their sublime,
My sum of waking hours and all days;
When fond remembrances shall cease to bear
The yoke of blissful sleep, and every dream
Reveal thy comely countenance: I fear
The end of night, and dawn’s dispelling beam.
Thus like a weeping willow I becloud
My soul with tears. Yet do I tend a space
Where even silence seems too like a shroud
Of woe—And wistfully I lift my gaze
Above the emerald boughs, where skylarks play
In warbled rhymes, entreating me to stay.

That was very good..... Thank you so much for sharing..... My knowledge of poetry is extremely limited (by that I mean, about all I know about poetry I've seen in the movie Dead Poet's Society)...... It is lovely though and I thank you for sharing...... Please do share more (that goes for you as well Sads, and anyone else as well).....

Peace &  :ht:,
Jenni