Alexandrian Sonnet 1 Poem by Alexandrian Ink

Of all the many seeming things
That resides behind the blindness of faith,
And never satisfied passion of the heart's chasings
Which is endless as the sea, so doth one saith;
The struggles of man, all the day long
The hope and wish out tongue do make,
Beautiful desires which from out heart throng,
The scale and scope of venturing there
Man's ambitions for tomorrow's good frame
And that the future be bright and clear
Struggles enormously to possess this future fame;
Uncertain these ventures, in faith's dark vision hidden,
Only but death has a certainty in the course of men.