Sonnet X Or the Bluebird Sonnet

O why’d they misconstrue your colour against you? When the song is swift imagination, so sweet and full Why’d they whisper of weariness, of idiomatic blue? When pause is ponderous play not a dark silent lull It is the bluebird’s song that warm thoughts entice That unexpected exuberant bout of welcomed joie de vivre That instant intoxication of all virtue and all vice Oft’ heard from coffee’d morn till the day’s end receive’ When beguiled by melody left to lilt through wistful air That beacon of curiosity which so quickly is consume’ Cheery embrace – the listener enraptured is divided ne’er Till the final bar closes only then may the day resume Though for tunes of waking night the bluebird composes nigh Alas, her song is for bright day not for moon’s sleepless sigh