Sonnet
Free have I wandered over all earth’s landsWhere paths are windy roads; on stately shipsI sought my dreams where the Pacific dipsAnd swells and breaks its heart out on the sands.I found a love of small boats and the skyWith low swung stars, the friendly tropic rainAnd ebbing tides in haste to flood again,A love of Beauty that may not pass by.I want not joys of many towered halls,Of proud cathedrals or the seats of kings,But only stillness to enshadow meIn places where the world to silence fallsWondering at the loveliness of thingsLike sun and starshine on the hills and sea.J. CROSBY BROWN, JR.
Free have I wandered over all earth’s landsWhere paths are windy roads; on stately shipsI sought my dreams where the Pacific dipsAnd swells and breaks its heart out on the sands.I found a love of small boats and the skyWith low swung stars, the friendly tropic rainAnd ebbing tides in haste to flood again,A love of Beauty that may not pass by.I want not joys of many towered halls,Of proud cathedrals or the seats of kings,But only stillness to enshadow meIn places where the world to silence fallsWondering at the loveliness of thingsLike sun and starshine on the hills and sea.J. CROSBY BROWN, JR.
Free have I wandered over all earth’s landsWhere paths are windy roads; on stately shipsI sought my dreams where the Pacific dipsAnd swells and breaks its heart out on the sands.I found a love of small boats and the skyWith low swung stars, the friendly tropic rainAnd ebbing tides in haste to flood again,A love of Beauty that may not pass by.
Free have I wandered over all earth’s lands
Where paths are windy roads; on stately ships
I sought my dreams where the Pacific dips
And swells and breaks its heart out on the sands.
I found a love of small boats and the sky
With low swung stars, the friendly tropic rain
And ebbing tides in haste to flood again,
A love of Beauty that may not pass by.
I want not joys of many towered halls,Of proud cathedrals or the seats of kings,But only stillness to enshadow meIn places where the world to silence fallsWondering at the loveliness of thingsLike sun and starshine on the hills and sea.
I want not joys of many towered halls,
Of proud cathedrals or the seats of kings,
But only stillness to enshadow me
In places where the world to silence falls
Wondering at the loveliness of things
Like sun and starshine on the hills and sea.
J. CROSBY BROWN, JR.
J. CROSBY BROWN, JR.