Sonnet 134 She comes resplendent as the morning sky, Lording over the roses in the sun, An augur fair, as white clouds drifting by, And to presage the day nicely begun; She hails from dewdrops of the mountain grass, Safe from the encroach of the grazing cows, Touched only by the West winds’ hasty pass, As tall grasses bend in concerted bows; Then blown away as dandelion seeds, Out of the mist, into a glorious flight, Whereat my wild imagination feeds, To find occasions for spells of delight; …….So, if by chance, you see such great beauty, …….Without any doubt, she, my girl must be.
Posted on: Fri, 20 Sep 2013 15:30:52 +0000
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