SONNET 51
By JH
Sayyar
Come, O Lady come let us make
Bill and coo on the Dover Beach
Fairies are singing over the lake
Come Sweetie come l beseech
Cool breeze biting my cheeks
Without you it makes me cold
Evening drops are at the peaks
My pretty love you I have sold
My heart says you come one day
Waving hand saying good noon
My heart ever content, not fray
Your love in lone my holy boon
Evening shades hanging on my head
Your thoughts warm my duller bed!
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