In Lovers Eyes
The verses' eyes, like mesh of white lace run
Beyond the horizon in which a rose
Will blush in front of breasts and hot snow dun
In touching dreams which melt the earth, because:
These flowers bring perfumes and more delight
That make you breathe so deep and lose the rhythm
In roses, breasts, and other wonders white;
Yet, summer gardens`s dwarfs may laugh with 'em.
The silver forests grounds sweet sorrow owe:
Old violins with far more pleasing sound
Make branches dance between new buds which grow;
In golden times, in orchards, all is round:
The nightingale may sing to change the night,
To dwell in golden time of endless light.
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