Volta project, #64

Saturday sonnet:

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LXIV

  When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd

  The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;

  When sometime lofty towers I see down-raz'd,

  And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;

  When I have seen the hungry ocean gain

  Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,

  And the firm soil win of the watery main,

  Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;

  When I have seen such interchange of state,

  Or state itself confounded, to decay;

  Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate--

  That Time will come and take my love away.

    This thought is as a death which cannot choose

    But weep to have, that which it fears to lose.

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Tha volta’s the but at the beginning of the last line.  It’s absurd how much work I have on weekends  L  Next sonnet tomorrow—