( Sonnet )*

In youth a girl once appeared to me
And joy out made drawn faces station,
Each moment loveliest grant of dream
All days a burst in thirsty celebrations

And for eyes set a buzz to insects flung,
Time lapped its circle of blessed waves,
On shores of pond we made truest love,
Iridescent beyond their sparkling trades,

Wetted lips rapt in late hatch morrows
And the moon lighted the shyest stars,
Never was hint of brood nor of sorrow,
In close after days now raining way far.

O why so fast did she come then desert,
Taking the whole of sweet sun with her?