The Last Sonnet

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Title:     The Last Sonnet
Author: Christopher Morley [More Titles by Morley]

Suppose one knew that never more might one
Put pen to sonnet, well loved task; that now
These fourteen lines were all he could allow
To say his message, be forever done;
How he would scan the word, the line, the rhyme,
Intent to sum in dearly chosen phrase
The windy trees, the beauty of his days,
Life's pride and pathos in one verse sublime.
How bitter then would be regret and pang
For former rhymes he dallied to refine,
For every verse that was not crystalline....
And if belike this last one feebly rang,
Honour and pride would cast it to the floor
Facing the judge with what was done before.

[The end]
Christopher Morley's poem: Last Sonnet

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