Poems (Rowe)/Sonnet
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SONNET
THE starlight stillness of the pensive night
Enfolds within its silent strong embrace
The lovesick Earth, moon steeped in silver light,
And Nature sleeps in peace. Ah! then your Face,
Your tender Face, with fond persistence gleams
Between me and the starry hosts above;
Your eyes recalled in my waking dreams,
Seem deepest wells of purest love.
Then at the midnight hour my spirit blest,
Within your circling arms its rest has found.
Your lips upon my lips so sweetly prest,
And heart and soul with yours are love-locked bound.
Thus in your absence you are with me still,
Nor time, nor space, your image e'er can kill.
Enfolds within its silent strong embrace
The lovesick Earth, moon steeped in silver light,
And Nature sleeps in peace. Ah! then your Face,
Your tender Face, with fond persistence gleams
Between me and the starry hosts above;
Your eyes recalled in my waking dreams,
Seem deepest wells of purest love.
Then at the midnight hour my spirit blest,
Within your circling arms its rest has found.
Your lips upon my lips so sweetly prest,
And heart and soul with yours are love-locked bound.
Thus in your absence you are with me still,
Nor time, nor space, your image e'er can kill.