I see you clearly on the path;
You are borne upon a gale.
Shrouded round in mystery;
From unknown lands you hail.
A boat to be your chariot;
A star to be your crown.
The wind to be your calling trump';
the world to gather round'.
The sun shines from your blazing eye;
O God of earth and sea.
And I would to thee worship;
If thou look'st on me
1 comment:
This has the sound of a classic sonnet despite not fitting into the standard rhyme/stanza scheme. There are a few moments that seem to be a touch abstract, like "shrouded round in mystery", but this is totally channeling Percy Bysshe Shelley.
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