The Warning

 WHEN sounds the trumpet at the Judgment Day,

And when forever all things earthly die,

We must a full and true account supply
Of ev'ry useless word we dropp'd in play.

But what effect will all the words convey

Wherein with eager zeal and lovingly,

That I might win thy favour, labour'd I,
If on thine ear alone they die away?

Therefore, sweet love, thy conscience bear in mind,

Remember well how long thou hast delay'd,

 So that the world such sufferings may not know.

If I must reckon, and excuses find

For all things useless I to thee have said,

 To a full year the Judgment Day will grow

 1807?8.

Form: Italian Sonnet

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