SONNET ON TIME UNFINISHED

Lady of Shalott by Atkinson Grimshaw

In the simple silence of honeyed Time

When the clock’s rounded seconds go to sleep,

Heaven’s ancient treasures begin to shine

Upon the simple silence that we keep.

Then the pendulum’s ticking seconds wake

Up sleeping-dreaming lovers under sheets

As dark and closed curtains begin to shake & open

To let in the morning sunshine

Of

Death!