No more thy meaning seek, thine anguish plead,
But leaving straining thought and stammering word,
Across the barren azure pass to God;
Shooting the void in silence, like a bird,
A bird that shuts his wings for better speed.
—Frederick Goddard Tuckerman, from “SONNET XXVIII”
Sunday, May 26, 2019
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