 | The poems (1969) |  |
4 A Sonnet
[Weeping, murmuring, complaining]
Weeping, murmuring, complaining,
Lost to every gay delight,
Myra, too sincere for feigning,
Fears the approaching bridal night.
Lost to every gay delight,
Myra, too sincere for feigning,
Fears the approaching bridal night.
Yet why this killing, soft dejection?
Why dim thy beauty with a tear?
Had Myra followed my direction,
She long had wanted cause to fear.
Why dim thy beauty with a tear?
Had Myra followed my direction,
She long had wanted cause to fear.
| The poems (1969) | |