EJA

EJA

Sonnet LXXII

A summer’s day at seventeen did play,

And thereon mine destiny t’was written

Thou found me in mine own sunshine display;

That reticence ‘neath mine brow t’was smitten.

A prince and a pauper, the same did find;

For royalty veiled tis poverty’s gain

Ambivalence sweetens that Spring resigned;

And mine heart thine captive, new love sustain.

Such eternal bliss shall nourish mine soul,

Retain all beauty of that love thou gav’st;

Though sorrow’s raven crows as death bells toll,

And in life’s tempests infinite thou sav’st:

For well be those that love or live in lust

For well be life, that love in God we trust.

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