In the darkness going quickly away to
the dawning colors flowing up in sun,
he strides towards the meadows known to few.
A journey untill distance will be done.
Begin the hunter's creeping for the prize,
though sliver ears are flickering to sound.
Calm muzzle raising towards open skies.
They don't know, forsee, rushing hooves will pound
Strong stag, wise stag, alwaus uncatchable one.
Quickly, breathing rough, they will fall behind.
So go on untill another day is done,
All this time being spent looking for a hind.
Only you, my dear can catch this wild hart.
So take and gently hold my lasting heart.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
In the darkness going quickly away to
the dawning colors flowing up in sun,
he strides towards the meadows known to few.
A journey untill distance will be done.
Begin the hunter's creeping for the prize,
though sliver ears are flickering to sound.
Calm muzzle raising towards open skies.
They don't know, forsee, rushing hooves will pound
Strong stag, wise stag, alwaus uncatchable one.
Quickly, breathing rough, they will fall behind.
So go on untill another day is done,
All this time being spent looking for a hind.
Only you, my dear can catch this wild hart.
So take and gently hold my lasting heart.
A sonnet! Took three days but here it is. AP English assignment
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