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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET TO MONADNOCK, by ELEANOR BECKMAN MARTIN
First Line: O sentinel of peterboro hills
Last Line: Sweetened by the seasoning of years.
Subject(s): Sonnet (as Literary Form)
First Line: O sentinel of peterboro hills
Last Line: Sweetened by the seasoning of years.
Subject(s): Sonnet (as Literary Form)
O sentinel of Peterboro hills,
Half-slumbering power, unattempted might,
Calm watcher of the moon-awakened night,
Thy vigilance serenity instills.
The centuries will leave thee unperturbed,
As does the secret whisper of the rain,
The exhortation of the wind, the pain
Of winter storm, or press of settling bird.
The hand of Time is full, her foot is fleet.
Our youth is but a hope and a surmise.
Futurity may darken in our eyes
When we have seen the ash replace the heat.
Yet the eternal summit still appears
Sweetened by the seasoning of years.
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