[Sonnet #107 to SouthHampton: "...thy monument/When tyrents' crests and tombs of brass are spent./"]
(sonnet #MMMMMMCMXIX)
What ho! Write of the violets like t'avail
My soul of cherished hours gone far, far hence
Upon the crueler rending of joys thence,
And Life's dear fabric as it were, and pale
As aught excuse, read Shakespeare--in betrayl
Wisked off, as how those lines rouse for intents
Sweet minutes lingring oer the violets, whence
I lisped "...and Death to me subscribes--"(sans bail).
Lo, I can see all now as twas (in poor
'Scuse, eh?): blue skies sae warm, and silver dew
Just melted off the shadowed clover, fer
Those minutes I bent down and mused, while too
Thus fingring purple dainties winds would stir
Across sans kissing...and why now anew?
01Feb18c
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
[Sonnet #107 to SouthHampton: "...thy monument/When tyrents' crests and tombs of brass are spent./"]
(sonnet #MMMMMMCMXIX)
What ho! Write of the violets like t'avail
My soul of cherished hours gone far, far hence
Upon the crueler rending of joys thence,
And Life's dear fabric as it were, and pale
As aught excuse, read Shakespeare--in betrayl
Wisked off, as how those lines rouse for intents
Sweet minutes lingring oer the violets, whence
I lisped "...and Death to me subscribes--"(sans bail).
Lo, I can see all now as twas (in poor
'Scuse, eh?): blue skies sae warm, and silver dew
Just melted off the shadowed clover, fer
Those minutes I bent down and mused, while too
Thus fingring purple dainties winds would stir
Across sans kissing...and why now anew?
01Feb18c
Funny how different things trigger memories you never dreamed were made, huh?
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