Sonnet # 5
Around my house and through the valleys deep
The shards of snowy glass that pave the stone
While all that breathes is soundly in their sleep
I measure how the yellow stars have shone.
Whenst I have ‘woken in the break of day
When dawn’s new eye escapes in endless light
A cold beginning that has gone astray
Turn’d now much hotter than the sun is bright.
I see the plains burn up and so the grass
To run, to where? If only I was told
By houses, farms and cities now I pass
And to myself I very chiefly scold
From ice to fire went my world astray
The mountains shiver and burn up, they say.
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