where my fortune lies (sonnet)
where my fortune lies,
may it be close to thee,
for I see it in thine eyes,
thy keep'st it safe for me.
Lift'st me up to the presence of thee,
for it is only there that I find peace,
and within me a place for thou to be,
there where all diseases decease.
Oh, try not to behead me,
thy, demon of ashes and hate,
it is only I that belong to thee.
That thine might be mine world to save,
and I will take thee with me,
all the way to the grave.
may it be close to thee,
for I see it in thine eyes,
thy keep'st it safe for me.
Lift'st me up to the presence of thee,
for it is only there that I find peace,
and within me a place for thou to be,
there where all diseases decease.
Oh, try not to behead me,
thy, demon of ashes and hate,
it is only I that belong to thee.
That thine might be mine world to save,
and I will take thee with me,
all the way to the grave.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| karin jansen: | Dinsdag, februari 01, 2005 20:33 |
| mooi da oud-engels ... alleen is het zo wel wa moeilijker te lezen :-P not that I care though beautiful! (kunnen we misschien wel een lied van maken ;-)) BIG hug!!! Kay |
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| The unreachable: | Vrijdag, februari 20, 2004 21:07 |
| Prachtig! Met dat oud engels en al! Echt super! | |
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| Auteur: Raika | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Firebolt | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 februari 2004 | ||
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