Is It I?
Sonnet
Published on March 16, 2021
Is It I?
Sonnet
Of all thy mysteries O soul this the most high
When thou doth consent by a body to be borne,
Acceding to time and tears and many a sigh,
Stooping to our daily dust thy immortal renown.
Who hath commissioned thy mortal sojourn,
To spend thy immortality in common time,
Descending from grandeur of the far Sun
To the dull rhythms of a poor earthly rhyme.
O traveller fire roaming the vast eternal spaces,
Scouting the secret Flame buried in ether,
Whisper to me in muse of thy cherished reveries
Of thy sun-coasted home bathed in golden-amber.
In all the cycles of all the ages thou wert born,
Is it I who hath ferried thee closest to the Sun?