https://sonett.fontane-place.de/ Wed, 01 Jul 2026 01:39:55 +0000 MyBB https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=31363 Sun, 26 Apr 2026 00:37:15 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=31363 THE LION'S DREAM.
(an incident of the zoo.)

Now he recalleth his triumphant days,
And fervid throes of equatorial fire
Thrill through his frame, till re-aroused desire
(His dream so shows him all his desert ways)
To lap the scented blood of what he slays,
Lifts him upon his feet; a lurid ire
Burns in his eyes, a shaggy horror stays
His mane erect in aspect grim and dire.

His eyes that are the mirrors of his dream,
As slowly from their deeps the vision fades
Lose all the light wherewith they blazed and shone,
His limbs relent, and all the savage gleam
Droops in his mane to ever gloomier shades,
And with his sleep his royal mood is gone.]]> THE LION'S DREAM.
(an incident of the zoo.)

Now he recalleth his triumphant days,
And fervid throes of equatorial fire
Thrill through his frame, till re-aroused desire
(His dream so shows him all his desert ways)
To lap the scented blood of what he slays,
Lifts him upon his feet; a lurid ire
Burns in his eyes, a shaggy horror stays
His mane erect in aspect grim and dire.

His eyes that are the mirrors of his dream,
As slowly from their deeps the vision fades
Lose all the light wherewith they blazed and shone,
His limbs relent, and all the savage gleam
Droops in his mane to ever gloomier shades,
And with his sleep his royal mood is gone.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23078 Sat, 09 Aug 2014 14:20:42 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23078
ENCASED in mud, and breathing valley steam,
And teased all day by clouds of stinging flies,
That smother round his flanks and mouth and eyes,
Provoking rage, till an unlidded gleam
Darts from each eye across the sombre stream,
And his great bulk is shaken, to surprise
And scare away the pestering hosts, that rise
Black in the air about him ; parrots scream
Above him in the tangled overgrowth,
And monkeys chatter, and the green snake glides
From branch to branch with supple weaving thews,
But he, though irked by noise and stir, is loth
To leave the wallowing-pool that coats his sides,
And back and belly with protective ooze.]]>
ENCASED in mud, and breathing valley steam,
And teased all day by clouds of stinging flies,
That smother round his flanks and mouth and eyes,
Provoking rage, till an unlidded gleam
Darts from each eye across the sombre stream,
And his great bulk is shaken, to surprise
And scare away the pestering hosts, that rise
Black in the air about him ; parrots scream
Above him in the tangled overgrowth,
And monkeys chatter, and the green snake glides
From branch to branch with supple weaving thews,
But he, though irked by noise and stir, is loth
To leave the wallowing-pool that coats his sides,
And back and belly with protective ooze.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23077 Sat, 09 Aug 2014 14:20:01 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23077
ON the cool mountain side, whose scattered stones
Are coloured like himself, he guards his ewes
With vigilant care, and when the quivering dews
Take the first light, and rosy curtained thrones
Tower in the east above the barren cones,
That far beneath him flaunt their fiery hues,
He rises, and hi soft persuasive tones
Wakes his small charge, or in the air pursues
With anxious gaze the eagle sweeping round,
Or gets a glut of tainted wind, and blows
His thin, clear whistle on a piercing note
To warn the herd, that with a sudden bound
Leaps to the call, and like a whirlwind goes
Over the ridge above the Shepherd's cote.]]>
ON the cool mountain side, whose scattered stones
Are coloured like himself, he guards his ewes
With vigilant care, and when the quivering dews
Take the first light, and rosy curtained thrones
Tower in the east above the barren cones,
That far beneath him flaunt their fiery hues,
He rises, and hi soft persuasive tones
Wakes his small charge, or in the air pursues
With anxious gaze the eagle sweeping round,
Or gets a glut of tainted wind, and blows
His thin, clear whistle on a piercing note
To warn the herd, that with a sudden bound
Leaps to the call, and like a whirlwind goes
Over the ridge above the Shepherd's cote.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23076 Sat, 09 Aug 2014 14:19:16 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23076
A LUSTFUL passion is the death of love,
For when assuaged there is no reason left
Why any more the sullen pulse should move,
Or the lips hunger for a rosy theft.
Even as an adder that delights to sting,
Injecting death into his victim's blood,
So desperate lust will in a moment's fling
Poison the sweetest spirit's source of good,
Until all thoughts, all wishes, all desires,
All dreams that fall between the dusk and light
And take the soul with longing, all are fires
That feed the temper of this appetite,
Caught in the circle of whose ruining spell,
Men are destroyed ere they consider well.]]>
A LUSTFUL passion is the death of love,
For when assuaged there is no reason left
Why any more the sullen pulse should move,
Or the lips hunger for a rosy theft.
Even as an adder that delights to sting,
Injecting death into his victim's blood,
So desperate lust will in a moment's fling
Poison the sweetest spirit's source of good,
Until all thoughts, all wishes, all desires,
All dreams that fall between the dusk and light
And take the soul with longing, all are fires
That feed the temper of this appetite,
Caught in the circle of whose ruining spell,
Men are destroyed ere they consider well.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23075 Sat, 09 Aug 2014 14:18:51 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23075
YEA, is it so ? will death relieve the soul
Of its most secret and inveterate sin ?
Will all be altered when behind the goal
Set to the flesh the spirit shall pass in ?

It cannot be, as we have lived we die ;
Prone in the dust of our unrighteous deeds
At the last moment we shall surely lie,
And so pass forth ; nothing there is but breeds

The thing it is ; evil shall still be so
Though spirit-borne into ethereal ways,
Yet there perchance a stronger will may grow

To do some work which God may crown with praise
As being good ; a new environment
Remoulds till we lose the old intent.]]>
YEA, is it so ? will death relieve the soul
Of its most secret and inveterate sin ?
Will all be altered when behind the goal
Set to the flesh the spirit shall pass in ?

It cannot be, as we have lived we die ;
Prone in the dust of our unrighteous deeds
At the last moment we shall surely lie,
And so pass forth ; nothing there is but breeds

The thing it is ; evil shall still be so
Though spirit-borne into ethereal ways,
Yet there perchance a stronger will may grow

To do some work which God may crown with praise
As being good ; a new environment
Remoulds till we lose the old intent.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23074 Sat, 09 Aug 2014 14:17:55 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23074
WHEREFORE this arduous and unyielding strife
To garner love and cling to happiness
Against the use of nature ? In what life
Moves a glad pulse unwitting of distress ?
Is honesty a bar to crime's offence ?
Doth truth prevail like treacherous deceits ?
Can the soul curb the ever eager sense
That lures the body to unholy feats ?
Will innocence disarm conspiracy ?
Or weakness move compassion in the strong,
When the last breath escapes, and the last sigh
Fails on the lips ? All seems compact of wrong ;
Yet our brave souls endure, nor cease to hope
Though slipping down the inevitable slope.]]>
WHEREFORE this arduous and unyielding strife
To garner love and cling to happiness
Against the use of nature ? In what life
Moves a glad pulse unwitting of distress ?
Is honesty a bar to crime's offence ?
Doth truth prevail like treacherous deceits ?
Can the soul curb the ever eager sense
That lures the body to unholy feats ?
Will innocence disarm conspiracy ?
Or weakness move compassion in the strong,
When the last breath escapes, and the last sigh
Fails on the lips ? All seems compact of wrong ;
Yet our brave souls endure, nor cease to hope
Though slipping down the inevitable slope.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23073 Sat, 09 Aug 2014 14:17:00 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23073
I

BLINDLY we seek through all the vernal years,
And mostly fail because we cannot see
The real behind the seeming entity ;
Blindly we seek, protected by no fears

Of sorrow and inevitable tears,
Should our mischoice disturb the harmony
That sings in love, as in the sunlit sea
The organ music of the shining spheres

Sings of divine attractions, that beget
Beauty for ever ; yea, we find and take,
And straightway all the agonies awake

To haunt our spirits with their ceaseless fret ;
Two lives that missed the bourne of love, must quake
For ever in the deserts of regret.



II

AND when we wake our souls have touched despair,
And reached the oozy bottom of the deep
Where dead hopes lie, as in a broken heap
The dreams of youth, that down the golden stair
Tumbled to ruin wholly past repair
Are gathered ; lo ! our eyes no longer weep
Such numbing cold is round our hearts to keep
The fountains hard however warm the air ;
And now we brace our limbs to swim away
Each from the other on the sundering waves,
But cannot, since we are old custom's slaves,
And marriage bonds we dare not thus essay
To break ; we hold together till death saves,
And only smile into the closing day.



III

THE woman pales, and the man glooms his brows,
And both are sad for something gone awry ;
Deep in their hearts, unseen by any eye
The mischief seethes ; and both regret their vows
On lonely pillows, when the silent house
Stands blindly dumb beneath the starry sky ;
The sobbing of their sorrow even cows
The callous fates, and though no uttered cry
Soul anguish bleeds in silence unto death
Calls out of dreams across the senseless dark
For pity and surcease of aching dole,
Pain goes into the air with every breath
Exhaled in sleep, and wild heart pulses mark
The poignant griefs that wring each wasted soul.



IV

PERCHANCE no one or both along the way
Will shine the face that should have crowned the quest
While yet the dawn was like a rosy crest
Upon the hills. Then will the soul obey
New-roused emotions by a vision blessed
With sudden light ? Then will the barren breast,
So long the home of stale indifference, play
Its part of love against the bitter sway
Of memories that hurt ? Will the found face
Smile life into the dull evasive eyes
And help the soul to doff her memories
That wore so long the mantle of disgrace ?
Or will " too late " be like a wall to rise
Full in the path which neither may displace ?]]>
I

BLINDLY we seek through all the vernal years,
And mostly fail because we cannot see
The real behind the seeming entity ;
Blindly we seek, protected by no fears

Of sorrow and inevitable tears,
Should our mischoice disturb the harmony
That sings in love, as in the sunlit sea
The organ music of the shining spheres

Sings of divine attractions, that beget
Beauty for ever ; yea, we find and take,
And straightway all the agonies awake

To haunt our spirits with their ceaseless fret ;
Two lives that missed the bourne of love, must quake
For ever in the deserts of regret.



II

AND when we wake our souls have touched despair,
And reached the oozy bottom of the deep
Where dead hopes lie, as in a broken heap
The dreams of youth, that down the golden stair
Tumbled to ruin wholly past repair
Are gathered ; lo ! our eyes no longer weep
Such numbing cold is round our hearts to keep
The fountains hard however warm the air ;
And now we brace our limbs to swim away
Each from the other on the sundering waves,
But cannot, since we are old custom's slaves,
And marriage bonds we dare not thus essay
To break ; we hold together till death saves,
And only smile into the closing day.



III

THE woman pales, and the man glooms his brows,
And both are sad for something gone awry ;
Deep in their hearts, unseen by any eye
The mischief seethes ; and both regret their vows
On lonely pillows, when the silent house
Stands blindly dumb beneath the starry sky ;
The sobbing of their sorrow even cows
The callous fates, and though no uttered cry
Soul anguish bleeds in silence unto death
Calls out of dreams across the senseless dark
For pity and surcease of aching dole,
Pain goes into the air with every breath
Exhaled in sleep, and wild heart pulses mark
The poignant griefs that wring each wasted soul.



IV

PERCHANCE no one or both along the way
Will shine the face that should have crowned the quest
While yet the dawn was like a rosy crest
Upon the hills. Then will the soul obey
New-roused emotions by a vision blessed
With sudden light ? Then will the barren breast,
So long the home of stale indifference, play
Its part of love against the bitter sway
Of memories that hurt ? Will the found face
Smile life into the dull evasive eyes
And help the soul to doff her memories
That wore so long the mantle of disgrace ?
Or will " too late " be like a wall to rise
Full in the path which neither may displace ?]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23072 Sat, 09 Aug 2014 14:15:20 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23072
WE move dejected through a world of gloom ;
While the sun shines we tread the dusty way,
And all night long the sorrows of the day
React themselves in visions that assume
Wild, ghastly shapes, until the sleepless room
Is like a cell where maniacs curse and pray,
Tainting the air with flakes of fatal spume
Breathed from sick lungs already in decay ;
Our restless hearts beat fiercely up a scale
Of misery, and on the highest note
Will sometimes break and in a moment end ;
But the sad lips will mostly smile and pale,
And the voice frolic in the aching throat,
For so we smother what we cannot mend.]]>
WE move dejected through a world of gloom ;
While the sun shines we tread the dusty way,
And all night long the sorrows of the day
React themselves in visions that assume
Wild, ghastly shapes, until the sleepless room
Is like a cell where maniacs curse and pray,
Tainting the air with flakes of fatal spume
Breathed from sick lungs already in decay ;
Our restless hearts beat fiercely up a scale
Of misery, and on the highest note
Will sometimes break and in a moment end ;
But the sad lips will mostly smile and pale,
And the voice frolic in the aching throat,
For so we smother what we cannot mend.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23071 Sat, 09 Aug 2014 14:14:53 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23071
ARE we no more than little rings of smoke
Blown from the lips into the ambient air,
That slowly fade, or by a sudden stroke
Are shattered out of form ? Do we compare
With things so frail their only life is that
Which a breath gives them ? In the final sum
Are we but dregs that foul the wineless vat,
Sour leaves and litter ? or such frothy scum
As the spent waves deliver to the beach ?
Do such deep conscious beings suffer death
Irrevocably at the last ? Will each
Pass like a smoke when he resigns his breath,
Or once again through unconjectured fields
Follow a dream whose capture nothing yields ?]]>
ARE we no more than little rings of smoke
Blown from the lips into the ambient air,
That slowly fade, or by a sudden stroke
Are shattered out of form ? Do we compare
With things so frail their only life is that
Which a breath gives them ? In the final sum
Are we but dregs that foul the wineless vat,
Sour leaves and litter ? or such frothy scum
As the spent waves deliver to the beach ?
Do such deep conscious beings suffer death
Irrevocably at the last ? Will each
Pass like a smoke when he resigns his breath,
Or once again through unconjectured fields
Follow a dream whose capture nothing yields ?]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23070 Sat, 09 Aug 2014 14:14:26 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23070
THERE is a sigh in every breeze that blows ;
The brightest song hath store of sorrow in it ;
Death glideth in the weakest stream that flows,
And joy flies all who reach and strain to win it
In every spring a fading autumn broods,
And summer smiles with winter at her heart ;
The merriest crowd doth hint of solitudes,
And light in darkness hath a counterpart ;
The gayest laughter hath a touch of doom,
The lightest speech an undertone of pain ;
The youngest heart will soon be in the tomb,
And cold annihilation will retain
In frozen grasp no eloquence can move
All living things and what they hate or love.]]>
THERE is a sigh in every breeze that blows ;
The brightest song hath store of sorrow in it ;
Death glideth in the weakest stream that flows,
And joy flies all who reach and strain to win it
In every spring a fading autumn broods,
And summer smiles with winter at her heart ;
The merriest crowd doth hint of solitudes,
And light in darkness hath a counterpart ;
The gayest laughter hath a touch of doom,
The lightest speech an undertone of pain ;
The youngest heart will soon be in the tomb,
And cold annihilation will retain
In frozen grasp no eloquence can move
All living things and what they hate or love.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23069 Sat, 09 Aug 2014 14:13:48 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23069
IF one should with his final breath repent
And prostrate all his soul for evil ways
In hope of mercy, if his clouding gaze,
Now catching light that hitherto was spent

In vain for him, sees every wrong event
In his whole span of years, as in a blaze
Of sudden fire one sees with the stark amaze
Wide tracts of dusty ruin, where a rent

Yawns through the earth, will he go down to sleep
With no more debt to pay because of sin ?
It may not be ! his very hands must reap,

Until the hideous crop be gathered in,
All he hath sown ; and though he cry and weep
He hath no rest till all be clean within.]]>
IF one should with his final breath repent
And prostrate all his soul for evil ways
In hope of mercy, if his clouding gaze,
Now catching light that hitherto was spent

In vain for him, sees every wrong event
In his whole span of years, as in a blaze
Of sudden fire one sees with the stark amaze
Wide tracts of dusty ruin, where a rent

Yawns through the earth, will he go down to sleep
With no more debt to pay because of sin ?
It may not be ! his very hands must reap,

Until the hideous crop be gathered in,
All he hath sown ; and though he cry and weep
He hath no rest till all be clean within.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23068 Sat, 09 Aug 2014 14:13:08 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23068
To die and be no more, to pass away
Like downy mist from off the mountain side,
That with the flowing of the roseate tide
Goes like a breath into the burning day,

Invisible along its azure way,
Leading to spaces wherein planets hide ;
To cease so smoothly and be quit of pride,
And done with all the foibles of this clay,

Quit of the drags, the little cold conceits,
The fevered weeks of brooding villainies,
The despicable plots that cloud the mind,

And hopes that ever prove phantasmal cheats
So to be rid of these, and more than these,
Were to be blessed above the common kind.]]>
To die and be no more, to pass away
Like downy mist from off the mountain side,
That with the flowing of the roseate tide
Goes like a breath into the burning day,

Invisible along its azure way,
Leading to spaces wherein planets hide ;
To cease so smoothly and be quit of pride,
And done with all the foibles of this clay,

Quit of the drags, the little cold conceits,
The fevered weeks of brooding villainies,
The despicable plots that cloud the mind,

And hopes that ever prove phantasmal cheats
So to be rid of these, and more than these,
Were to be blessed above the common kind.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23067 Sat, 09 Aug 2014 14:12:06 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23067
I

LORD of pure hopes and holy influence !
Fill all my heart with soft assuaging thoughts,
Let me be touched with that divinest sense
Which is not hasty in unmannered torts,
But goes in wistful silence, like a nun
Wrapped in her veil of mercies through the earth
To tender ministrations ; let me shun
The cold thin laughter of the cynic's mirth,
The miser's lust, the cheat's degrading plots,
The pride of place and social circumstance,
And all th' intemperate fevers that are blots
Upon the soul's white radiance of romance ;
Destroy all spites, O Lord ! all secret evils
That hold me down to sympathy for devils.


II

BE pitiful, O God ! through all the years !
And when I cannot see Thy glories shine
On field or sky, nor any light divine
In my own heart because of bitter tears

That blind me, and when darkness reigns, and fears
Annul my joys, and my sad spirits pine
Like flowers drenched in rain of burning brine,
Or tender buds a freezing season sears,

O Lord ! of mercies then, and peaceful days,
And immemorial quiet, let me feel
(Even me, alas ! who cannot rightly plead)

The full inflowing fervour of Thy grace,
Which in my heart perchance may come to heal
The piteous wounds that now for ever bleed.


III

AH ! God ! I said, is this my way to go ?
This rayless pit where murky mists uproll,
Cold as a wind that wanders round the pole,
Must I endure its unimagined woe,

And strain to quell its terrors, till I grow
Blind as a runner ere he touch the goal,
And as he loses, shall I lose control
Of heart and limb, and perish even so ?

No voice makes answer, and no beams dispel
The pall of doubt that on my spirit lies ;
No songs of joy enchant ; no silver bell

Rings out glad peals through these disastrous skies ;
But on this path that circles down to hell
Only wild echoes of despair arise.





IV

THIS is the time no other now at last,
Free from the sins that held my soul in bonds,
As slimy things are held in slimy ponds,
And may not 'scape, now ere the conquered past

(That like a demon with wild eyes aghast,
Stares from behind huge poison-spotted fronds)
Infects me with the spirit that responds
To the old habits I have lately cast

Wholly behind me, now let me be quick
To run upon the path that leads ahead,
Not daunted, nor confused by any trick

Of circumstances ; but seeing still the red
Far dawn that soon will be a blaze of light
If only I refuse to think of night.]]>
I

LORD of pure hopes and holy influence !
Fill all my heart with soft assuaging thoughts,
Let me be touched with that divinest sense
Which is not hasty in unmannered torts,
But goes in wistful silence, like a nun
Wrapped in her veil of mercies through the earth
To tender ministrations ; let me shun
The cold thin laughter of the cynic's mirth,
The miser's lust, the cheat's degrading plots,
The pride of place and social circumstance,
And all th' intemperate fevers that are blots
Upon the soul's white radiance of romance ;
Destroy all spites, O Lord ! all secret evils
That hold me down to sympathy for devils.


II

BE pitiful, O God ! through all the years !
And when I cannot see Thy glories shine
On field or sky, nor any light divine
In my own heart because of bitter tears

That blind me, and when darkness reigns, and fears
Annul my joys, and my sad spirits pine
Like flowers drenched in rain of burning brine,
Or tender buds a freezing season sears,

O Lord ! of mercies then, and peaceful days,
And immemorial quiet, let me feel
(Even me, alas ! who cannot rightly plead)

The full inflowing fervour of Thy grace,
Which in my heart perchance may come to heal
The piteous wounds that now for ever bleed.


III

AH ! God ! I said, is this my way to go ?
This rayless pit where murky mists uproll,
Cold as a wind that wanders round the pole,
Must I endure its unimagined woe,

And strain to quell its terrors, till I grow
Blind as a runner ere he touch the goal,
And as he loses, shall I lose control
Of heart and limb, and perish even so ?

No voice makes answer, and no beams dispel
The pall of doubt that on my spirit lies ;
No songs of joy enchant ; no silver bell

Rings out glad peals through these disastrous skies ;
But on this path that circles down to hell
Only wild echoes of despair arise.





IV

THIS is the time no other now at last,
Free from the sins that held my soul in bonds,
As slimy things are held in slimy ponds,
And may not 'scape, now ere the conquered past

(That like a demon with wild eyes aghast,
Stares from behind huge poison-spotted fronds)
Infects me with the spirit that responds
To the old habits I have lately cast

Wholly behind me, now let me be quick
To run upon the path that leads ahead,
Not daunted, nor confused by any trick

Of circumstances ; but seeing still the red
Far dawn that soon will be a blaze of light
If only I refuse to think of night.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23066 Sat, 09 Aug 2014 14:09:51 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23066
WHAT visions from the wonder land of dreams
Float o'er me on the magic wings of sound !
What mountains with the gold of morning crowned
Rise into radiant skies ! what filmy gleams
Dance on the waters of bright silver streams
That flow for ever through enchanted ground !
What thundering torrents leap with sudden bound,
Scattering a mist of rainbow tinted beams
Into the light ! and what sweet scents are here
From flowers no mortal eye hath ever seen,
Drenching the wind with fragrance that hath been
Till now the desert's breath ! what gusts of fear
Wail in the fretting strings ! what heavy teen
Moans low along the gloomy atmosphere !]]>
WHAT visions from the wonder land of dreams
Float o'er me on the magic wings of sound !
What mountains with the gold of morning crowned
Rise into radiant skies ! what filmy gleams
Dance on the waters of bright silver streams
That flow for ever through enchanted ground !
What thundering torrents leap with sudden bound,
Scattering a mist of rainbow tinted beams
Into the light ! and what sweet scents are here
From flowers no mortal eye hath ever seen,
Drenching the wind with fragrance that hath been
Till now the desert's breath ! what gusts of fear
Wail in the fretting strings ! what heavy teen
Moans low along the gloomy atmosphere !]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23061 Sat, 09 Aug 2014 14:09:22 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=23061
THE teasing wind veers in capricious leaps,
And ere it settles on a steady wake,
Flutters in sudden gusts upon the lake,
Ruffling you there the water into heaps
Of dusky leaves and branches ; then it sweeps
Into a racing cloud or formless snake,
Or shivering hills that soon spread out and break
With soundless crash, showing you little peeps
Of tree, and flower, and hill and grassy glade,
Then all the shuddering surface smoothly clears,
And the blown visions troop away and fade.
So do the consummations of the years
Flicker and fail upon the boundless sea
That holds the secrets of eternity.]]>
THE teasing wind veers in capricious leaps,
And ere it settles on a steady wake,
Flutters in sudden gusts upon the lake,
Ruffling you there the water into heaps
Of dusky leaves and branches ; then it sweeps
Into a racing cloud or formless snake,
Or shivering hills that soon spread out and break
With soundless crash, showing you little peeps
Of tree, and flower, and hill and grassy glade,
Then all the shuddering surface smoothly clears,
And the blown visions troop away and fade.
So do the consummations of the years
Flicker and fail upon the boundless sea
That holds the secrets of eternity.]]>