Dive deep, shall I, in dreams, thy waves conceal;
So deeper hath thy fortunes still unmet,
That once combined, fear not, that once complete,
To me shall speak completeness redefined.
Should every fortune hunter so reveal
Such bounty; though thou keepest him beset?
Yet sleet nor snow nor ice shall once defeat
His voyage to complete; nor that combined,
His efforts shall in any way appeal
To mercy, nor his fever to abet.
Within thy depths, marks danger, not deceit….
But wake thyself my love, be still thy mind;
This dream were not but real–this silhouette–
Let not this ghost-ship treat thee so unkind.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
David Emeron: Sonnets 
Excellent -those last two lines are outstanding.
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My thanks, Kanzen. You are most kind and generous in your comments.
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Has a 17th Century English poetry sense to it, which I do mean as a compliment. Thanks visit my blog.
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Thank you and you are most welcome in every respect! As I never tire of saying: It is all because of love, my love, and the literature she loves that causes me to write largely in this style.
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I don’t write poetry but am admiring of those who can. :)
Many thanks for following.
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And back at you!! You are most welcome. I also envy and admire those who can be true word-smiths, as I am merely a humble scientist who simply fell in love so many decades ago with a lovely student of the humanities. The rest, as they say, is history!
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Intriguing! reminiscent of old verse
Thank you for subscribing to my site. Eddie
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You are most welcome; and quite welcome back any time, Eddie.
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Beautiful!
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I am happy you find it so. My thanks.
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