Poem 014, Sonnet 4: Idyll To Nature

Poem By Samer Madbak

Once more I linger in majestic fear
Before this sovereign scene, this brilliant art,
This haunting silence drifting to my ear
To greet a weary throb, the poet’s heart.

Once more the scent, the tunes, the godlike boons
Extend upon a hamlet and a vale
And there a charming alpenglow festoons
The Giver’s heaven with a splendid veil.

Once more I rise above the misery
To more refreshing whispers of the soul
And find me swooning in idolatry
To Mother Nature, Mother unto all.

To Nature, lover of a timid wight
Who prizes none but Her or endless night!

August 20th 1987

Comments about Poem 014, Sonnet 4: Idyll To Nature

Excellent sonnet Samer - enjoyed reading.

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