Though Night hath climbed her peak of highest noon...
Though Night hath climbed her peak of highest noon... - form Summary
A Sonnet of Moral Ascent
This sonnet uses its compact fourteen-line argument to move from darkness to spiritual triumph. It opens with night and hardship, then issues an imperative to transmute suffering into growth, and closes with a promise of peaceful, honourable old age. The sonnet form concentrates the poem’s moral logic and emotional turn, making the shift from despair to assurance feel formally contained and rhetorically inevitable.
Read Complete AnalysesThough Night hath climbed her peak of highest noon, And bitter blasts the screaming autumn whirl, All night through archways of the bridged pearl And portals of pure silver walks the moon. Wake on, my soul, nor crouch to agony, Turn cloud to light, and bitterness to joy, And dross to gold with glorious alchemy, Basing thy throne above the world’s annoy. Reign thou above the storms of sorrow and ruth That roar beneath; unshaken peace hath won thee: So shalt thou pierce the woven glooms of truth; So shall the blessing of the meek be on thee; So in thine hour of dawn, the body’s youth, An honourable old shall come upon thee.
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