Irreversible Change
Sonnet- An Invocation to the Master #251
Published on January 19, 2022
Irreversible Change
Sonnet- An Invocation to the Master #251
No sap I find in savours of the world,
No hues I glean in these painted forms,
Everywhere is a mood dull and cold
In all that breathes and in all that moves.
A mechanical routine sets my stage
With old prompts and worn gestures,
I play my part to earn a living’s wage
And buy my joys from hidden muse.
Through the hours something yet comes
A stealthy felicity uncommonly strong,
Through the din I yet hear its whispers
Of the dawn to come and its truth unerring.
Thee I suspect for this irreversible change
For I caught in heart Thy fleeting image!