4.26.2011

Sonnet III, 'The mute'

it reads:
The rainbow I'm told a promise was
In time long before my birth
And purple the sign of royalty's trust
The mighty upon the earth;

And even discrimination meant
What from the wise we ask
And the joy of solemn merriment
Had a word fit to the task;

But soiled by foreign mixture all of these
Our words and symbols have been marred
Lent to foreign gods of unknown lease
Pawned to masters penurious and hard;

And what has been our glorious return?
Ev'ry old lesson, we'll now relearn.

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