 | Sonnets of the Wingless Hours |  |
Fear Time, but fear not Death,
O fearful Lover;
Death will thy love to thee for e'er bequeath.
Time may discover
How love with Time weighs little,
And seeming trust, as crystal glass, is brittle.
Fear Time, but fear not Death,
For Death is sealing
The lips for thee from which their fragrant breath
His touch is stealing.
Then fear not Death, O Lover;
Time, and not Death, may flaw in her discover.
O fearful Lover;
Death will thy love to thee for e'er bequeath.
Time may discover
How love with Time weighs little,
And seeming trust, as crystal glass, is brittle.
Fear Time, but fear not Death,
For Death is sealing
The lips for thee from which their fragrant breath
His touch is stealing.
Then fear not Death, O Lover;
Time, and not Death, may flaw in her discover.
| Sonnets of the Wingless Hours | |