Alexandrian Sonnet - A Sonnet Of Philosophy Poem by Alexandrian Ink

On a temperate day with friendly smiles
Philosophy once said to her children:
Do the sky above and stars of many miles
Give leisure of thought for correct reason?
Would the world be fair and love be young;
Though skies be high and stars be further,
I would live to stamp in every youths' tongue
The mark of valour and arch of the thinker.
For the skies are higher but I am limitless
Countless is the stars not outside my wit;
Young love, take me, I alone for your caress
To give remedy which the world is not fit.
Be apt, be up, away from brightened gloom
And love wisdom rather than lasting doom.