Sonnet

As his post requires, Poet Laureate John Masefield, onetime Manhattan saloon porter, last week cracked out with a Silver Jubilee sonnet. Text:

Scattered beneath the mansions of the sun

In distant continents, in every sea,

The many nations are that make us one.

King, law and language, give us unity:

Our many peoples seldom speak together,

And yet, in stormy days we link and stand

In common purpose facing to the weather,

Swayed by one will and striving as one hand,

Being for freedom and for peace, our way

Is worth men's caring, we may still behold

The world's tomorrow spring from our today,

With happier morning brighter than the old;

In hope of such a morrow's dawn we sing:

"God prosper, bless and save our gracious King."

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