Sonnet CX
Thy beauty, thine shape art within mine mind Slight statur’d and regal in promenade, Rising above that known to humankind Beyond the heav’ns own azure esplanade; For in such height, the star still shines at morn Thus arousing the eagle to take flight;Till mist hath shaped, le grand jeté tis born And thee, thine outstretched […]
Sonnet CVIII
Anger can useful be, not bitterness That you were then so awfully cruel to act, And in canker’d sorrow ‘twas vigorous For mine spirits riled were braced for impact. Shackled tongue silenced in the transaction, Forced me to question mine own lonely heart, For thine soul ‘twas shaken by mine action And suffer that has […]