Burning Wheel

<SPAN name="SONNET_2"></SPAN>SONNET.<br/> <br/> <br/> If that a sparkle of true starshine be<br/> That led my way; if some diviner thing<br/> Than common thought urged me to fashioning<br/> Close-woven links of burnished poetry;<br/> Then all the heaven that one time dwelt in me<br/> Has fled, leaving the body triumphing.<br/> Dead flesh it seems, with not a dream to bring<br/> Visions that better warm immediacy.<br/> <br/> Why have my visions left me, what could kill<br/> That feeble spark, which yet had life and heat?<br/> Fulfilment shewed a present rich and fair:<br/> I strive to mount, but catch the nearest still:<br/> Souls have been drowned between heart's beat and beat,<br/> And trapped and tangled in a woman's hair.<br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />