Sonnet VII: To Bid A Brighter Dawn

20 Dec


Woe to me, sorrow bears unkindly morn,
woe to dawn, that I wake in shadow here;
what past has bade me this untimely scorn,
that I had not in life shed proper tear;
save me from this feign burden now ‘ere staid,
that I may then induce less bitter seal;
save me, dear heart, from such scorn e’er waylaid,
that I may better hold such love I feel;
take this withered morning from my design,
that I may but keep the sun in my eyes,
yet ne’er have the scald of its face on mine,
but with brighter day, shed thru’ wider skies;
I beg you now, dear heart, for love awakes,
allow my soul the joy your need forsakes.


Posted by on December 20, 2015 in My Poetry



2 responses to “Sonnet VII: To Bid A Brighter Dawn

  1. Oloriel

    December 21, 2015 at 12:55 am

    Wonderful sonnet! The sentiments you described reminded me a lot of my best friend. I love the way you used the language, especialy the archaics, and I do aspire to be as good some day.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Daniel J. Antil

      December 21, 2015 at 1:48 am

      Thank you! Your generous praise honors me! If you write from your heart, then you are a good writer.



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