Sonnet CXXVII
Thou beneath alluring canopy rare, Hide not thine beauty from mine doting eye; Behold such heavenly branches raw and bare, Fill mine empty arms where thou once did lie. For falsehoods seize the senses all men hide, And cloaked in darkness deeply harbor love As plain as day they boast and brag with pride, Passing […]
Sonnet CXXVI
If thy soul wills thee to seek beauty rare, Be not blinded by the sun’s rays streaming, Trail as thine inward inclination bare, And taste the fruits of thy labor teeming. As the sound of thine searching speaks in truth. Ay, sweet aria bellowed from rafters, And let lithe flow beckon back from thy youth, […]