Posted by Sara III. As forth from secret source doth spring the fount
on 5/3/2005, 2:04 am
216.75.187.134
Sonnets From A Green And Growing Place
In silver, sun-lapped nets of leaping spray,
Now high, and higher still, my joy doth mount,
All laced within the light of love's fair ray!
As from the blossom red upon the rose
Cannot be plucked the bitter, biting thorn,
So from my heart, now safe in love's repose,
Cannot be wiped the love I yet do mourn.
Yet light beyond the dark is best descried,
And rest is sweeter after labour long,
And love is lent new life where doth abide
The gently-sighing voice of sorrow's song.
Let now the spring of love again flow forth!
Its bliss the deepest bane of grief is worth!
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