Shakespearean Variation: Sonnet 7
Lo, in the orient when the gracious light
of dawn brings fiercest joy to opened eye
and rubies and gold are poured upon sight
with treasures fit for highest majesty,
the dew may be fresh on grassy hill,
the crown resting on both youth and great age,
and likewise ripple on lake cold and still,
the new and ancient alike in pilgrimage
of time thus looking on the solar car
and both enriched by dawning of the day.
So too the human soul; old its depths are
and yet its face is infant in a way,
and both look up to sun from dawn to noon,
and both are crowned like a king's precious son.
