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Of Love and Fate
Hath did thy stars conspire for theeTo lend of love from love’s own usuryAnd hath thou art of love’s self-same eyeOf thou love be thy heart to chideHath thou art ...
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sonnet b-1
Wherefore shall I write, whence only for thee – She, inspiration of inspirationsLest for thee, wherefore thine loving breath be – She, Cupid’s victorious coronationThine words be fickle, neglect
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The Strawberry Sonnet
With her a thousand dancing daffodilsSwaying winter, waltzing welcome the springAnd summer sunsets scribed from solstice quillsWhilst sunrise symphonies she softly singFor she is my season – my age