What peace is there for him to gain
who had for vision but a dream
of some dear fate with all too vane
a circumstance to catch the gleam?
As in his eyes the clouds unfurled,
the wilderness of all the world
did swallow whole his journey bold:
no hope of comfort’s hand to hold,
no stars to guide his wandering
til in those clouds - which might have blocked
the view of doors all saints have knocked -
there came glad prisms watering.
When eyes are opened thus to light,
such joy is there with double sight.
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Star Trek: The Original Sonnets
Thơ caEvery Monday at http://wondertalesprovidence.blogspot.com I post a reaction to an episode from Star Trek: The Original Series. Thematically inspired by certain episodes, some posts have verses which I have adapted into a series of Pushkin sonnets. E...
