Some Verses: Sonnets: THE LOST MOMENT

This moment I so careless threw away, / Tossed to the ages, with a spendthrift hand, / Little I recked the labour that had planned / This flash eternal of a Summer day; / AEons of sequent toil had passed to pay / Wealth to the freighted instant. Slow and grand / Wavers a solemn dirge across the land, / One soul, in my lost moment, found a way / To throw the mock to Time, and call him slave.

And I -- a pauper still -- gaze wise at last / To all the grey horizon line of nought.

But from the heart I deemed an empty grave / Gleams forth like spark my precious gem of past / Shrined in the setting of a deathless thought.