How oft I seek transcendentalism.To become entangled in the ethos,Yet fall short of the fell mechanism?Yes, how could I forget? It is pathos Which calls to me. Her light spread out like wheatto thresh, refulgent in great harmony.My fellows think it cruel to leave the seatEmpty, and supplicate the surgeons fee Be met. Though vacancyContinue reading “A.C. Moore Sonnet 1: Sight of the Eternal”