tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191909808212390355.post8407212089505262983..comments2024-02-05T08:20:58.939+00:00Comments on quantos poemas tem a vida?: para atravessar contigo o deserto do mundoaprendizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201413182760438275noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191909808212390355.post-70917212561744534562010-01-21T16:09:24.898+00:002010-01-21T16:09:24.898+00:00Lo! in the orient when the gracious light
Lifts up...Lo! in the orient when the gracious light<br />Lifts up his burning head, each under eye<br />Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,<br />Serving with looks his sacred majesty;<br />And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,<br />Resembling strong youth in his middle age,<br />Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,<br />Attending on his golden pilgrimage;<br />But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,<br />Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,<br />The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are<br />From his low tract and look another way:<br />So thou, thyself out-going in thy noon,<br />Unlook'd on diest, unless thou get a son. <br /><br />Shakespearean Sonnet 07 Lo in the Orient when the gracious lightkendopitecushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06954515715266406528noreply@blogger.com