Reconquista - Sonnet 51

When mind and logic circumvent the soul,

Then, one by one, by inches and degrees,

The body bears the burdened casualties,

Its hands and feet surrender to the whole

And makes it bound with cordless, fraying rope

Put on by heedless judgment fit for beast

Instead of man, from greatest to the least;

And what would great ones conquer if not hope?

For this reason alone, the mind ascends,

The hand grows flowers, eyes survey the lost,

The foot journeys with them despite the cost;

And all of this upon the heart depends

To open up its gates and anchor down

Its action: laying down its golden crown.