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Shakespeare: The Sonnets: VII

Wednesday, April 24, 2013



VII

Lo! in the orient when the gracious light

Lifts up his burning head, each under eye

Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,

Serving with looks his sacred majesty;

And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,

Resembling strong youth in his middle age,

Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,

Attending on his golden pilgrimage:

But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,

Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,

The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are

From his low tract, and look another way:

So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon:

Unlook'd, on diest unless thou get a son.

~William Shakespeare
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ADAGIO_CON_BRIO 4/24/2013 1:27PM

    He will be 450 years old next birthday! I think that the 73rd might be my favorite sonnet.

Thank you for posting this.

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