by Samuel Karl<\/p>\n
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As clocks a-ding their evening\u2019s solemn tune<\/p>\n
along a lonely night\u2019s poor afternoon;<\/p>\n
when hearts are struck and ring aloud for all<\/p>\n
and all aloud sing loud their nightly call:<\/p>\n
the Sun, who\u2019s hidden, sighs; the rising moon,<\/p>\n
on muted mites, shines: quite sits our gloom,<\/p>\n
and silent sit my woe struck griefs; we see<\/p>\n
the bird, unquiet, sing a melody<\/p>\n
which steals our ears and leads to pleasant glee,<\/p>\n
and, damp, the wind a-blows an Earth that\u2019s free.<\/p>\n
The grass all hides beneath a moonlight\u2019s shade<\/p>\n
and lucky we, who lay soft in that glade:<\/p>\n
the joyous unknown is now known to me:<\/p>\n
Not knowledge, but feeling sets us all free.<\/p>\n
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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.<\/p>\n