Sonnet

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LXXI.

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
Lest the wise world should look into your moan
And mock you with me after I am gone.

It used to be that when I read something like this, namely, a poem, I wouldn't understand what it was about, as it it were written in a different language. But after my intense series of English classes last semester, I have realized that it is indeed written in a different language, and I have gained the ability to comprehend. There are still some that are beyond my comprehension, but this one I understand. It was so lovely, and it was one Shakespearean sonnet I haven't read (one of many, I should add). Hope you enjoyed.