Poem #089, Sonnet #41: Fatum
‘Tis true! Those were the happy times my friend
The golden age… and that the treasured glory
Ere dauntless Doom decreed th’unduly end
And swathed in endless hush the tender story.
Ay! True! That was the comfort, now bygone
And them sweet elfin days, now but a vision
That was the joy before it was undone
Ere Fortune smote and markèd out division
Those were the tuneful twinklings friend and lo!
The music’s now a muffled elegy…
Those were the easy moments; long ago
Before the bitter blow of Destiny
That was mere Heaven friend… but fate required
That was the life and now it is expired.
Adelaide
October 20th 1991
poem by Samer Madbak
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