So fine are ye who hold the line unsung By any but those proud few men who know– By virtue of their own devotion; though They boast not how they crossed an ocean; young;
An age at which so few would broach, among Themselves, such grave and worldly things; who show The world, by deeds, that matters which bestow Such life! such death! affairs of kings! who slung,
So rife with breath, together, tales told And sung, and written down, with reverence; Who know the price which, sometimes, must be paid; Who, though as any, fear malevolence, Dare throw down tyrants, numbering untold; Who pay with blood–the sum that freedom weighed.
To kind friends and absent companions…
and prayers for those who travel.
Sonnet II: The Devoted
So fine are ye who hold the line unsung
By any but those proud few men who know–
By virtue of their own devotion; though
They boast not how they crossed an ocean; young;
An age at which so few would broach, among
Themselves, such grave and worldly things; who show
The world, by deeds, that matters which bestow
Such life! such death! affairs of kings! who slung,
So rife with breath, together, tales told
And sung, and written down, with reverence;
Who know the price which, sometimes, must be paid;
Who, though as any, fear malevolence,
Dare throw down tyrants, numbering untold;
Who pay with blood–the sum that freedom weighed.
-David Emeron 2015