Volta project: One week down! :)

I made it through the whole of the first week without skipping a single day  J  Which is good, because I have 22 weeks’ worth of poetry and only five spare days.  Sonnet seven:

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VII

  Lo! in the orient when the gracious light

  Lifts up his burning head, each under eye

  Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,

  Serving with looks his sacred majesty;

  And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill,

  Resembling strong youth in his middle age,

  Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,

  Attending on his golden pilgrimage:

  But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,

  Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day,

  The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are

  From his low tract, and look another way:

    So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon:

    Unlook'd, on diest unless thou get a son.

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The whole thing is really in the indicative, but the first word of the poem changes it all to one large imperative.  The volta is the but at the beginning of line 9, and he uses the closing couplet to drive home the metaphor.  More detailed notes some day …