Gaze upon me, O Lovely, and beware,
Or as thy frosts unfairly come, rejoice.
Fair-play with fortune will confound Despair
That, hideous with pride, hath shown its voice.
For never-resting, God’s anointed here
Excel: to verse thy numbered days, to bear
This hell, to lend thee summer; pray to year
Thy days, and keep thee and thy children fair.
In they, our seasons, prisoners are we–
As checked, and sapped, and pent: as tyrants fear
All eyes the beauty we distil may see–
Who gift these days to winter they who sneer:
Though thieving Time all substance yet destroys,
We left thee more than wretched Time enjoys.
- Rededicated to the men and women
of Sierra Sciences in whose work
I am in a unique position
to feel great appreciation - David Emeron
Originally written
to my younger self
This sonnet is part of a short, or
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