All English Sonnets
The day I looked up from its base, the cliff
Appeared to be, highest peak of earth.
Unconquered, unencircled, beau as if,
Admiring its own Hottentotish girth.
Me thought, to climb and conquer it was hard
But as my wish to do something was strong,
I started climbing yard by fearsome yard
Because I think inaction to be wrong.
Yard by dangerous yard as I climbed,
Uncounted higher cliffs came in view
I felt my urge to climb was rightly timed-
Because with sense of déjà vu I knew.
I wondered climbing, as the air cooled
How easily can the ignorant be fooled.