Not long I need to let mine heart to shrink
From thine earnest appeal wherein did sink
And firm beneath its heav’nly charm it live
With glorious joyance thence loth to upheave.
So gently thou this time me importune
That any keener soul of love must croon,
But see how alters brisk one’s erstwhile dearest
And heedeth not entreaties that thou makest.
Mayst thou complain I furnish this with art
Of garrulity to reproach, than thou wert,
Thee for thy ways capricious unto me,
As my sweet fury ne’er can I show thee.
Yet cautious I whisper to realms inmost,
Retrieve the passions though alone we boast.
Categories:
garrulity, lost love,
Form: Sonnet
You might wonder how came their end,
When they had walked around that bend,
Some sure-footed, some gingerly,
With nothing more they could amend.
No more bouts of garrulity,
And not immersed in vanity,
A maddened life not chasing them
That they could be with sanity.
These inmates once were steeped in care,
Had not the time to stand and stare,
But all that they can do is now
Lie pensive in their darkened lair.
Should you wonder what's on their mind?
Now that they've left the world behind,
Such musings are of no avail
Until you reach their alley blind.
Do know they are of every kind
Some with a heart and some unkind,
Yet, they're better than mortals all
You'd feel they are a worthy find.
Do know that call you need abide,
When you would take that final ride,
Do let us know how death treats you
For we'd be anxious on this side.
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Categories:
garrulity, death,
Form: Elegiac Lyric