More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 40: The Poet
(Poetry of Earth: Acrostic 2)

Though lacking all the rhyme that wit allows,
He stirs a woman's heart with rolling eyes,
Impresses women's souls with clever vows,
Supplying English wit with golden lies.
Nefarious becomes his growing crime,
Enslaving me in love and thus declaring
Verbatim every rhyme to sluttish time,
Endeavoring to try his wit in swearing.
Remember, love, when I am dead and gone,
Do not forget these rhymes that taught you love;
Endear these rhymes unto your children on
A special day, for rhyme can better prove:
       Despite the fact that from this world I'm fled,
       The poetry of earth is never dead!

(Quoted) The poetry of earth is never dead...
—John Keats

(To be continued...)

A/N: Here's the second part of Keats' quote... It's one of my favorite quotes from Keats...