Oh pity, my decrepit frame,
With every step I cry,
To see thine self through clouded eyes
And hardly know my name.
Oh God! To be that youth again
When skyward I could fly,
Bereft lament that now abides
With not a knave to blame.
So should I ride that plaintive wind
Or wait the gentle breeze,
To climb with wings on upward drafts
Or stay where I have been ...
I think I shall await the breeze
And ride it till my last.
This is an Italian sonnet rhyme scheme but written in Hymn Meter to echo a style that Emily Dickinson often used. Although she admired and studied Shakespeare she didn't write true sonnets and rarely wrote pentameter but often used iamb meter in this tetra and tri form.