A LOVER'S SONNET

A Lover's Sonnet

Let us walk in the redolent air, to dales of swaying grain,
Alas!- The moonlight pales, by the soft, majestic sea;
Let us embrace, entranced, within a sonnet's symphony,
Among the misty blooms, which await the autumn rain.

Let us lose ourselves in a rapturous enclave,
Where the dying light weeps upon the azure stream;
Let us wander by the moss, and as if in a dream,
I shall kiss you in the sun, where tender breezes lave.

For there exquisite gales endear our married minds,
As they carry through the branches of mild, olive wines.
Potent, they take us to dulcet concertos of multicolored bines.

I confess my eternal love, as you clothe me with your binds;
In shadows of ecstasy, more than twice,
I have seen your face in wonder, indeed in paradise.

A WALK THROUGH PARADISE

A WALK THROUGH PARADISE

I walk as an angel,
In the light of paradise,
Where azure tiles grace the floor
Of the entrance to His radiant palace.

Emerald slopes of an immaculate moor
Can be seen from the highest tower;
Above a statuesque court,
And the boundless beauty
Of a ravishing bower,
The gilded spires reach
To an infinite of astonishing skies;
The tangible and ethereal
Are one to blessed eyes.

I am one with The King, and his Virgin Queen,
As I dally down a dell of ineffable green,
Graced with the lily, the marigold, the rose.
My spirit is drenched in an ecstasy,
Within a majestic garden-close.
And every sorrow that was mine
Has been replaced by a deep felicity,
In a splendid cloister, clad with vine.

Effulgent streams
Through a golden forest gleams-
And is wine to the taste!-

Awake, my brethren-
There is no time to waste!-
Let our lives be of service,
Goodness and love-
For I have been favored
With an elysian glimpse in the twilit hour
To see such diamond dew drops
Of our recompense above!

RHYME

RHYME

The burgundy-tinted sunset,
Like a bohemian enchantress,
Speaks of the soul's loneliness,
As it glitters on the brooklet.

The silver foam of the little stream
Rushes joyfully, without regret;
Yet I, disconsolate,
Wander to a reverent dream.

The solitary nooks, where I roam and rove,
Dressed with other brooks, lined with watercress and clove,
Are caressed by breezes, of myrtles, pines and thyme.

I lose myself in the splendid wood,
In my buccaneer's coat, in my winter hood,
Weaving, as I saunter, a menagerie of rhyme.