Shakespearean Variation: Sonnet 33
Full many a glorious morning have I seen,
a rush of creek and blush of dawn to eye,
and all of nature graced with living green
as blooms begin to blow by alchemy;
one longs at times on swiftest steed to ride
to see the greatest portion of earth's face,
that no fair thing or beauty may hide.
But human heart is mired in such disgrace
it does not see the bright things as they shine;
it lets the heaviness upon its brow
replace the fairest things with talk of 'mine',
and for future use kills the lovely now.
-- The world is light-filled, but who disdaineth
its brilliant glow, his own soul thus staineth.
