The Poet's Words

The Poet's Words The words came, and he wrote. In dreams by night Labor and deep grief that ages gone were dead Stole from the past, and stood about his bed; He sought no words; they came; he did but write. When day was round him too, some vision bright Or spark of glowing truth would glide between The busy voices in a bustling scene, Turning his heavy heart unto the light. Whence came they? Were they gifts of long ago, Like pansies growing on a pilgrim way? Or but dim echoes of a vaster day Whose harmony the happy dead may know? That song eternal, that unwearied chime Of seas that break around Isles of Time? Sonnet (Classicism) R. J. Lindley, written decades ago, edited and presented today- 11-27-2016 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line:10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 118