Sonnet XIIV(to my seraphic wife, on our nuptials)

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Sonnet XIIV



Should hemlock wine infuse my hoisting flute,                      hoisted?
Whence gained the measurements of sound-sewn binds,
My breath pray wear that reeking poison suit,
Till mount'nous stress befall tall heaven's climb
Now swirling gales of imprecation sweep
the shedded leaf of troth asunder strown,
And benediction goblets fracture, keep
not in staid reservoir the fleeing foam
To bide again betwixt that star and soil-                       what star?  that is, where did it come from?
We planted waltz abreast a wrinkled sea,                     wrinkled seems a weak adjective for sea
No curling lip of crest to cast unfurled
the lashing tides' despoiling flush and reel;
If loom of dream entangle labored lungs,
On thou name that breath shall spend, threadbare spun.

Hi Brian,

The archaic style doesn't appeal to me and I'm mostly a stranger to the sonnet form, but I am a fan of self-expression in any form.  So I've tried to read this poem in the spirit in which it was written. 

Suggestions and complaints: 

l. 2  I can't really decipher.  It seems like there should be a period at the end of l. 3, if I'm following it accurately.  Similarly,  l.6  I don't understand.  Another period at the end of l. 9 instead of a dash. I most like the last 5 lines as I can follow them without too much effort.

My 2 cents. Or should I say pence  ?

TqB