Sonnet VI from Sonnets for Elizabeth Consider how the bards of old had sung Before their numbers vanished with the years, And how their harps delighted captive ears When thought itself was green and fancy young. Think how the meters of a distant tongue Gave figuration to men’s hopes and fears, To passions gravity, to love its tears, The chords with which our human hearts are strung. Alas, my song cannot unburthen care Nor life’s unceasing worriments remove; And though my lays be lost on empty air, Yet, days to come shall not these notes reprove: Their sweetness imitates a single fair, The music that is you, my only love. S. Callisti Papae et Martyris Anno MMXVII Joseph Charles MacKenzie is a traditional lyric poet, First Place winner of the Scottish International Poetry Competition (Long Poem Section). His poetry has appeared in The New York Times, The Scotsman (Edinburgh), The Independent (London), US News and World Report, Google News, and many other outlets. He writes primarily for the Society of Classical Poets (New York).