Sunset on the River (Louis Aston Knight)
Come share with me these last few days of sun, With golden eyes and limbs unfurled and bare. We'll chase the fleeing sunbeams as they run, Denying all the while the cooling air That whispers on its modulating theme Murmurs and rumours of impending cold, When warmer times will seem a pleasant dream, Young love grows thin, and youthful hope grows old. Ignore the fallen leaves, the barren boughs A little while yet, come close and store What warmth the season's fading love allows Against the darkening days that lie before Us both - hush now, think not these things today While blind affection keeps the frost at bay.
Beautiful.
Traditional subject matter and metaphorical ties, modern language. Love reading these, Thomas. You make a very good case for sonnets being alive and well.