Sonnet - (For Honour Named Are Thee) Poem by Gabriel SimpsonLaw

For honour named are thee as Petrarch’s Muse
Alive to me as she to he once crowned
By royal leaves that marked a king’s renown
That Caesar’s force his empire might effuse
Though by no king am I used or misused
Your dark eye and your darker heart confound
Yet evermore sweet beauty I expound
Naught but the tomb shall ever disabuse
Joy comradeship and hope will I forego
Until pale mortal light should disappear
Before death’s call my privilege to cry
Your name is victory, now men shall know
Be they close in my company or near
Thy brilliance outshineth heaven’s eye