Sonnet (11): “Lo! I will be with you always”


A dying ember swallowed up by grey
A swansong born on golden pinions bright
Sings the solemn psalm of fateful night
Of the hero who had held our plight at bay,
With single hand had mastered winter’s sway
Now fallen with the fading of the light
A shadow only of his onetime might
An echo only of the glorious day
An echo only, yet I will take it in
And like a secret, I will guard and tend
The kernel from whence the age to come begins
Forth its leaves and golden boughs to send—
I know the secret: the god shall rise again
Whose reign shall last until the world’s end.image0

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