Sonnet Variation: William Wordsworth's "With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky"
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky,
with what sad sorrow burning in your face,
what what swift tears thou weep'st from throne on high!
Your foot is laggard in the running race,
the night is filled with breezes that you sigh,
and often do you trip in keeping pace
with the happier Sun in heaven's chase.
You almost seem as sorrowful as I;
so let us, grieving brothers, sadly be
co-weepers, and the loss that has riven
we both shall mourn in heavy company,
I broken on earth and you in heaven.
-- To few is the truest friendship given;
but sorrow's brotherhood has majesty.
