Monday, February 02, 2004
Sonnet to the Return of Love
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Softly, sadly, sleeping love After making troth anon Will the centuries clamor? Can the fortunes cast fate so As to ripen, laden trove? Such that love makes envious, sun; Stutter songster, fool stammer; Brittle bouyant bough; to go A-full once more in hamlets' Discovery of that bliss swoon; Sweet, yet brighter than comet's Sparky tail; to jealous moon? While heaven in earthly mull Alleves ... bring Cupid's past to full. |
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