Sonnet XXXII
Thy heart a fountain that flows with joy Compare with that where a river doth run As heav’n floats upon such current employ That dove pure in vestment white hath begun Within tepid mist, storm did boldly break, And petty wrongs thy tender wounds assailed; For beauty lost doth sourly cross thy heart make Where […]
Sonnet XXXI
What has thou become, my dear, in this life? A world of light in thy breast doth shine; Peering through windows of sorrow and strife Where love once danced now only soul enshrine Like strings confine hearts of puppets beating Thou steal thee all my sweet measure of days Though mem’ry of thee in time […]