Sonnet 65
This Sonnet is used in our Aside with Louis Colaianni.
- Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
- But sad mortality o’er-sways their power,
- How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
- Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
- O, how shall summer’s honey breath hold out
- Against the wreckful siege of battering days,
- When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
- Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
- O fearful meditation! where, alack,
- Shall Time’s best jewel from Time’s chest lie hid?
- Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
- Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
- O, none, unless this miracle have might,
- That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
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