All English Sonnets
I joined the teaming world, screaming loud,
And that is, what was, by me, sorely needed,
For otherwise, I nothing would have heeded.
O! not for nothing, I am in the crowd.
Which pushes, nudges and then rudely jostles,
And razes to the ground, childhood castles.
To lie pressed in mother’s cozy arms,
Protected from the dangers and alarms.
Is beginning, not the end of human scheme,
Which totters and then tumbles on the path,
And makes the mortals hungers after death.
I dream that I have woken from my dream.
O! not for nothing, I am in the crowd,
And not for nothing, never dream aloud.