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Of Oaks
by R. D. Ashby
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There is a mighty oak in a London park
That’s a complete heaven of hierarchies
Rapt in a common ecstasy, a breeze
Accentuates; the eye will pause to mark
Whose ponderous branches; and in the dark
Shade provided, absorb whose mysteries
From each leaf shape that starts; and all of these
Counted, the observer to himself remark,
As one: as one, in sweet congruency
Of spirit, rising to that mighty head;
And when one leaves, the oak tree dwindling fast,
Reflected in the world, whose harmony
From base to top, the different levels spread,
In each one’s shape it starts, the whole to cast.

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August 08, 2019
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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thanks for the comment, though it's only fair to point out the form is that of the Petrarchan sonnet, Italian in origin, one adopted by John Milton. .

R D Ashby
08/12/2019 07:21 AM

Comment A very nice sonnet of Shakespearean kind to read after a long time! Thanks for sharing!

T A Ramesh
08/11/2019 09:25 AM




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