PROFFESSOR ABRAHAM DIARY'S SONNETS Part 4

Sonnet4-My heart aches for that which is beyond me,For those things that i as mortal cannot see, But for the moon and stars above, Withholding the enigma of the things,i cannot see,from me,Aches greedily,greedily that ache my heart,My generation before and those after,hath been aflicted,But for gauchy cloud,my heart in pang aches after,Why should i for unseen aches and pang?When i myself of these enigma,the worst of the nebulous cloud,Of ephemeral gaunt,heard and spoken,But gone tommorrow,when the winds'unknown,The wisest trod,cannot be salvaged nor unscathed,And all asundry,in surfeit of the ends of times groan,But i sweet above compare,live infinitely above compare.