More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 27: The Poet
(Inspiration 16)

For I'm the shadow to thy glowing light,
The autumn moon unto thy springtime's sun,
The waning twilight ere the winter's blight
Unto thy waking hours of dawning fun;
And thou, my love, thou art the flowing music
Unto this barren melody of rhyme,
The crooning voice unto this silent lyric
That sings about thy virtues for all time.
Thou art my god of poetry divine
That moves my muse to lofty heights of such
Imagination, wit and rhyme, which line
These very pages, praising thee too much.
       How joyous should I be to have such luck,
       For thou hast given me such wit and pluck.

(To be continued...)

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