Terza Rima is one of my favourite so far.
It was not death, nor any age
of reckoning within the green;
I felt no silence stir my page
it was a shadow to be seen
a kind of flutter in the chest
a kind of sign from rook to queen
who knows life stirs, but honour bests
the rigid tiling of the board--
so holds life squirming to his breast.
Who held his days as in a hoard,
who felt his time like summer tide
like birds who fell when others soared
Such greatness I cannot abide!
O let me stay my course awhile
and smile and hear the others cry
and hear the others cry, and smile
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