SONNET 109
Windfell stalls raindrops which inevitably go
Slouched the forest cupola 'hind stalking home,
Hunched a wee mountain whose root chambers to it flow
Beseem, nevertheless, t' embark the stars in'ts comb
For Sitan surrendering detrita went and moved
To duty. His night chill breathed an anxiety
Beyond the plains our impetus resound might soothe
Yet, nay, a grave this is life, life immortally.
When I imagine fire, a spark'f ember
Blaze my house t'invention outside and in no more
To religious sleep mere collateral capers
I disturbed, of gratitude, first dreamt once and core.
Resurrection burying only then at kind --
Profusely mourns to live, stare t'wait, and act to mind.
