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Sonnet 9
When skylarks sing
and soar in azure sky,
And nightingales
return to sweetly sing,
I dream that I am flying
up on high,
To see if fate my own
true love doth bring.
When morning clouds
are few and snowdrop white,
or evening sky is streaked
with orange gold,
My thoughts drift off to
one who brings delight,
And longingly I pray
he will be bold.
At night, when full moon
casts her brightest glow,
And twinkling stars like
shining eyes peer out,
My love like warmest solar
winds will flow,
That he will come, I never once
must doubt.
When love is here then
summer reigns again,
But in his absence -
ice cold winter rain.
-© J.M. Lewis
November 2001-
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