Portrait from rockls.com
Now that I take to the stage
All high and mighty to the core
Should I break into rapturous song
And dazzle all from shore to shore.
A poem inspired by Milton’s ‘On His Blindness’
23 April 2015
WHEN I look at Time departed and now,
And that promise which lighted my childhood,
Still fading and deserting me somehow,
I see the mark of that which has long stood.
My luck is gone, and my hope is all spent,
My greater talents be yet unfulfilled,
And the genius seems conquered at present,
Yet there be no opening to rebuild.
I still have time before my adult year,
And still this one Talent left to decide
As I behold this manhood that I fear,
Which comes to me wholly prepared and wide,
Or perhaps my verse should rekindle my stay,
To once more lead and see my brighter day.
EVEN though I am not
That which I was meant to be,
The day remains very young
And softer be Her palms
And goodly fortunes bare.
Portrait by Benjamin Robert Haydon
Tell me who did lay the first brick
To a dome higher than glamorous peak.
Whose charms and power
Do aloft mountains soar.
Who sang at best
Like sweet nightingales.