It's been SO LONG since I've written formal poetry. I used to be pretty good at this.
How oft I've seen thee when I close my eyes--
Thine image on my eyelids ever pressed
Does make sleep seem as an elusive prize.
With thee in it, my mind can not find rest.
I seek throughout the night for nepenthe,
But find no such cool water for my sighs;
And so I beg that thou will repent thee,
Thy countenance take from my weary eyes.
And yet thy visage looms forever on,
Infecting all my dreams with thoughts of thee,
And when I find the night is spent and gone,
I ope my eyes, expecting thee to see.
But only in my mind do thou abide,
And only in my heart are we allied.
I like it. Though I would put doth, wilt, dost instead of does, will, do, to match the overall antiquity of the language.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I couldn't decide if I wanted to do that.
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