by Samuel Karl
As clocks a-ding their evening’s solemn tune
along a lonely night’s poor afternoon;
when hearts are struck and ring aloud for all
and all aloud sing loud their nightly call:
the Sun, who’s hidden, sighs; the rising moon,
on muted mites, shines: quite sits our gloom,
and silent sit my woe struck griefs; we see
the bird, unquiet, sing a melody
which steals our ears and leads to pleasant glee,
and, damp, the wind a-blows an Earth that’s free.
The grass all hides beneath a moonlight’s shade
and lucky we, who lay soft in that glade:
the joyous unknown is now known to me:
Not knowledge, but feeling sets us all free.
Samuel is a MSU student getting his bachelors in English. He enjoys all kinds of literature and has recently found an especial love for Sonnets–although iambic style still sadly eludes him. He’s a senior and will be graduating in the fall semester of 2022.