More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 35: The Poet
(Inspiration 24)

Oh! I have felt the thrush of autumn seize
And shake and whither out my graying hair,
And seen the awful winds of winter's freeze
To carve my brows with valleys of despair.
Forsooth! I've heard the horseman's dreadful plods
That gallop on the surface of the wind,
Which strike the greatest fears in men and gods,
For death claims all, and none are left behind.
I know not how much time I've left to spend
In these declining years of life alone,
And in my heart, I know and dread the end
To which I walk into the great unknown:
       But in the present of these transient hours,
       Please spend it here with me-the time is ours!

(To be continued...)

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