Sonnet 5

Now comes the day when thou art no more here
To prattle with me rend’ring soft delight
As thy heart knew that mellow joy, clear,
Untainted free from world’s many a plight.

Transcending din of town, thy musical charm
Reached me, raised beguiling mused rhyme
Up the fathomless mind where love was firm
And celebrated rather lovely clime.

Never we thought of extrication of it–
That tone which bound thy soul with tender strings
To mine, for that was promising and fit
For thy gay throat from which May’s music still rings.

Fled away all those from me unaware,
With thee who did to me a new life swear.

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The spurt of corporeal pleasure is like a restive brooklet that falls into the serene but colossal ocean of peaceful rapture of mind.
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