Sonnet 17

Diamond time swallowed the truthful dog’s paws Making us were far away the sweet food Biting luminary and lion’s jaws Scratching the long-lived nice soul in your blood The mellifluous Autumn as the fleets Covered by the sad months and years swift time To the invisible world, fading sweets I couldn’t think one most horrible crime Thousands of knives chopped into my fair heart Nor kill no dream there like the drawing pen In serendipity, cut ev’ry part For defeat’s kind to all the honest men Yet, be not novaturient, though you were wrong My painful soul, it’s not ever lived young.