My dear friend Morgan (Cynthia Morgan) has a beautiful way with words. Please enjoy.
By Hour of Sweetest Night,
When Daytide, Blushing, turns her Fair Cheek away,
And All the Heavens, do, in Spectral Show,
Dance to the eye and Court each Heart with Smiles;
My Lingering Breath,
Which in heaves and sighs Permits this Life Continuance,
Calls my Waiting and Long Yearning Riotous Calamity
And Curses All the Happy Hours that chortle and mock her Breathless Vigil.
By Morning’s Jocund Light,
When Midnight, Sleeping, Hides her Veiled Gaze,
And All the Larks in Beauteous Gardens and Blithe canopies of Viridian,
Sing to the Blessed Heavens with Lusty Peals and Vigor;
My Bleary Gaze,
Which Watches through Sweet Floods of tears as Life Persists,
Belies the Droll humour of my Lips
That in Laughing and Light Revelry makes such Misery
As this Heart would, else, endlessly cry, False.
Yet, By the Breath of Twilight,
When Labours Cease and Silence,
For One Fleeting…
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