A Poet's Sonnet
If I should quit thee, sacrifice, forswear, To what, my art, shall I give thee in keeping? To the long winds of heaven? Shall these come sweeping My songs forgone against my face and hair? Or shall the mountain streams my lost joys bear, My past poetic pain in the rain be weeping? No, I shall live a poet waking, sleeping, And I shall die a poet unaware. From me, my art, thou canst not pass away; And I, a singer though I cease to sing, Shall own thee without joy in thee or woe. Through my indifferent words of every day, Scattered and all unlinked the rhymes shall ring And make my poem; and I shall not know.
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"If I should quit thee, sacrifice, forswear,..."
This evocative piece by Alice Christiana Thompson Meynell, titled "A Poet's Sonnet", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...