The Lord Of Life Shakes Off His Drowsihed [sonnet]

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Title:     The Lord Of Life Shakes Off His Drowsihed [sonnet]
Author: Charles Lamb [More Titles by Lamb]

_(Summer, 1795)_

The Lord of Life shakes off his drowsihed,
And 'gins to sprinkle on the earth below
Those rays that from his shaken locks do flow;
Meantime, by truant love of rambling led,
I turn my back on thy detested walls,
Proud City! and thy sons I leave behind,
A sordid, selfish, money-getting kind;
Brute things, who shut their ears when Freedom calls.

I pass not thee so lightly, well-known spire,
That minded me of many a pleasure gone,
Of merrier days, of love and Islington;
Kindling afresh the flames of past desire.
And I shall muse on thee, slow journeying on
To the green plains of pleasant Hertfordshire.

1795.

[The end]
Charles Lamb's poem: Lord Of Life Shakes Off His Drowsihed [sonnet]

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