Poem 089, Sonnet 41: Fatum Poem by Samer Madbak

'Tis true! Those were the happy times, my friend,
The golden age, and that the treasured glory,
Ere dauntless Doom decreed th’unduly end
And swathed in endless hush the tender story.
Ay! True! That was the comfort, now bygone,
And them sweet elfin days, now but a vision,
That was the joy before it was undone,
Ere Fortune smote and markèd out division
Those were the tuneful twinklings, friend, and lo!
The music’s now a muffled elegy,
Those were the easy moments; long ago
Before the bitter blow of Destiny
That was mere Heaven friend, but fate required,
That was the life and now it is expired.


Adelaide
October 20th 1991