Sonnet To Joanna Zagrobelny
How art thou too beauteous to my muse?
Thou breath is tamed like those of thy dreary seam
As thy eyes art to themselves pilgrims of mine abuse
From the heavenly seas drowning deep into my dreams.
Thy arms that reach to the levels of sincerity
Hath sent mine tears into the soils of Fortune.
Since I left thee, my mind disguised eye in diversity
Brung me thy care with affectionate emotion;
Thy form singeth to bird’s stunned brains
For what I care for thee silences my heart,
You are so strongly in my pulsed veins
That thy muse art so believed in me depart.
O, never say thou art so true as this
Fed by heaven’s gold thy eyes art godly kissed.
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