Sonnets :: :: University of Virginia Library

Weep not, my heart's chief solace; grief should ne'er
Those cheeks for pitying tears a channel show;
Tho' beautiful thou look'st, as swift they flow,
Chasing each other, like to joy and fear
Within thy undulating bosom, where
My hopes repose. Come, dry them; nor gainsay
The throbbings of a heart that beats for thee,
And would in its own ecstacy be gay,
Would'st thou but chase sad sorrow from our day.
Like summer clouds methinks thy griefs I see
Burst, and thus leave behind a holier bliss.
Nor transitory may this vision be,
For fain I would that thou all strife should'st miss,
Tho' I away the trembling tear might kiss.