EN MEMORIUM
A sonnet in honor and memory of a true master
He passed away in honor; and mourners
Wept at his death--he was a true artist.
Though decades pass, we, though foreigners,
Forget not yet the genius we have missed.
And now, sorry at our deprivation,
Find great comfort in the treasures we hold:
The greatest is indeed God's salvation,
As he, within his finest chapters told.
I wonder, if he here and alive,
Would I be strong enough to breathe "thank you."?
For learning hours, inspiration athrive,
The scenes that touched--made me sob, and smile, too;
O! I think I should like, when dead, to lie
In Westminster Abbey, at Dickens' side.
Thank you for your time, and comments, in advance.
2007-10-26
12:37:52
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