Sonnet 76 'Your Beauty's Taught Me Lessons I'D Not Learn'

Dolcezza III Your Beauty’s taught me lessons I'd not learn, If I had shallowed in a wetter place, And sought the fires that warm but do not burn – I never would have gazed upon your face. But I desired to breathe the fragrant fire, And run like madmen do, from Here to There, And bathe my hopes in hot pools of desire, And press my lips into your jasmine hair. No wonder I have seeded Life with deeds, To form from humble clay a humble pot, And run my fingers through the herbs and weeds, To find out if you'd want what I have got. I would again pursue you if I could, But you are fled unto the Hazelwood.