This one is based on Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norell!
Sonnet # 3
What comes of matters when they are not here?
Your eyes averted to the sword-ed scene
That makes their vivid presence disapear
As if, in time, your thoughts mak’d what has been
I spy a country churchbell’s ringing sound
That echoed none if empty spells were cast
Below the deck of ship a storm’s rebound
Is settled in the early morning vast.
If not for wanted ways of wizardry
We say these things belong to God’s own strength
But if we speaketh of the witchery
T’would be quite hard to lecture short in length!
(I know these things are but a mystery,
A longing ballad without history).
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