297. Who are you? What do you want?

SONNET 297

By JH Sayyar
Who are you? What do you want?
Come in the dead hour of night!
In my lawn, over the head you haunt
Not in full moon, but in dim light,
Tell what is your aim to come in?
White, red, green and golden dress
To frighten or my poor heart to win;
With grace on the shoulder tress!
You talk not to me in lone, speak!
In her fickle mind all fickle views,
To say me: her behavior too meek
As on the red roses evening dews!

O Fair! Soul goes up: body lives here:
To make soul happy will must be fair