Sonnets

John Keats had fears that he might cease to be
Before his pen emptied his teeming brain.
Ebony, Ivory, Night, Day, Death, Life remain
In Dante’s poetic eternity.
Bobby Burns’ rhymes sung. Simple sonnets forth-see
Old horses, hen’s eggs. Trumpeters refrain
Circe’s mantle, Calypso’s tearful pain.
Shakespeare set his sweetheart summer-day free.
A hunting bird grabbed Hopkins’ hiding heart;
And wrung gold-vermillion embers from it.
Coleridge preferred to sail death’s Win’try bark.
His wide world view would scarce fourteen lines fit.
Romantics used apostrophetic abbrev’ation
Sharing nature’s awesome celebration.

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