Sonnet CIX
Direct glumness to the magenta skies, And hold fast as shadows depart thy face; Where angels’ wings of gold do galvanize, And life well before thee, no sorrow trace. As ceiling ‘tis as masters hath tinted, So bright that hate cannot before it live In its blazing glory eyes hath squinted; For such color to […]
Sonnet CVII
I place mine own fears in the hands of hope, And my timid heart within the same breath That gives me reason to securely cope, That pain so discover’d doth rebuke death. What wretched miscalculation t’was made, Whilst standing inside the eye of the storm, Risking the heart in its shadow a spade, Falling into […]