Sonnet XLIV

O, how vast open skies of summer gleam Pure azure deep the cosmos open wide, And in majestic endlessness doth seem Such clarity as stars in heav’n hath cried. Mantle of turquoise mist o’er flawless seas Vision wide, chaste in her gloried vestry; Whose pulse radiates soft serenities Upon the frothy whispering gentry. Midsummer crowns […]