https://sonett.fontane-place.de/ Tue, 30 Jun 2026 11:59:39 +0000 MyBB https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=31370 Tue, 28 Apr 2026 08:38:02 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=31370 G. Longmore
Südafrika


Night.

Dost thou not love, O angel of the night,
Above all others this fair southern land?
For thou hast gemmed its skies with lavish hand,
With rarest stars and constellations bright.

Shines not its vestal moon with purer light?
Hath not its galaxy more lustrous hue,
While star-clouds, set in heavens more deeply blue,
Still gladden ours, as erst Magellan's sight?

O would that while the old grey mountains sleep
There might be silence in the which to find
Grand music! But if joyous creatures keep

Perpetual chorus, shall my captious mind
Object? Creation's harmonies lie deep,
But to the soul attuned the parts are well combined.]]> G. Longmore
Südafrika


Night.

Dost thou not love, O angel of the night,
Above all others this fair southern land?
For thou hast gemmed its skies with lavish hand,
With rarest stars and constellations bright.

Shines not its vestal moon with purer light?
Hath not its galaxy more lustrous hue,
While star-clouds, set in heavens more deeply blue,
Still gladden ours, as erst Magellan's sight?

O would that while the old grey mountains sleep
There might be silence in the which to find
Grand music! But if joyous creatures keep

Perpetual chorus, shall my captious mind
Object? Creation's harmonies lie deep,
But to the soul attuned the parts are well combined.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=31369 Sun, 26 Apr 2026 00:38:45 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=31369 G. Longmore
Südafrika


The Oak Avenue, Cape Town.

Oft, when my feet at evening homeward tread
The stately cloisters of the oak along,
My fervent soul breaks into grateful song,
And I a glad, rapt worshipper am led.

God, what a glorious prospect is outspread!
Impersoned nature here hath built her shrine:
On yon great altar sacrifice divine
She offers to her Maker. On the head

Of the majestic peak upon the west,
Her favoured seat, at eve oft sitteth she,
Soothing the busy city into rest,

Whilst the sun setting lights the golden sea.
Here, in thy fane, bright Presence, I divest
My heart of lower thoughts, and bow to heaven and thee.



.]]> G. Longmore
Südafrika


The Oak Avenue, Cape Town.

Oft, when my feet at evening homeward tread
The stately cloisters of the oak along,
My fervent soul breaks into grateful song,
And I a glad, rapt worshipper am led.

God, what a glorious prospect is outspread!
Impersoned nature here hath built her shrine:
On yon great altar sacrifice divine
She offers to her Maker. On the head

Of the majestic peak upon the west,
Her favoured seat, at eve oft sitteth she,
Soothing the busy city into rest,

Whilst the sun setting lights the golden sea.
Here, in thy fane, bright Presence, I divest
My heart of lower thoughts, and bow to heaven and thee.



.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20409 Mon, 07 May 2012 08:54:02 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20409 1799 - 1878 Großbritannien / Australien


Sonnet, on the Conflagration of the Forest Around Sydney


FEARFUL I stood on the moss-covered rock
Whose rugged cliffs adorn our beauteous bay:
The forest blazed around, volumes of smoke
Towering to heaven obscured the face of day;
And as the red Sun shot his parting ray
Through the dense atmosphere, the lurid sky
Glowed with a fiercer flame-spreading dismay
As if the dreadful day of doom were nigh!
Alas! where shall the fear-struck sinner flee
From that great day's all-devastating blaze,
When the Earth burns, the hills melt to their base,
And with intensest heat boils the deep sea!
O then to stand upon the Rock of Ages,
While all around the conflagration rages!]]> 1799 - 1878 Großbritannien / Australien


Sonnet, on the Conflagration of the Forest Around Sydney


FEARFUL I stood on the moss-covered rock
Whose rugged cliffs adorn our beauteous bay:
The forest blazed around, volumes of smoke
Towering to heaven obscured the face of day;
And as the red Sun shot his parting ray
Through the dense atmosphere, the lurid sky
Glowed with a fiercer flame-spreading dismay
As if the dreadful day of doom were nigh!
Alas! where shall the fear-struck sinner flee
From that great day's all-devastating blaze,
When the Earth burns, the hills melt to their base,
And with intensest heat boils the deep sea!
O then to stand upon the Rock of Ages,
While all around the conflagration rages!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20408 Mon, 07 May 2012 08:48:25 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20408 1799 - 1878 Großbritannien / Australien


Written On Board The Medway, Off Hobart Van Dieman's Land


O I COULD gaze the live-long summer-day
On such a scene as fills the raptured eye
In this fair haven! Mountains that reach the sky
Rise on the right and left, shadowing the bay
With their huge forms, and diadem'd with grey
And castellated rocks, whose hues may vie
With the dark tints o'the sombre drapery
That waves i'the wind adown their sides for ay.
Yet all is wild and waste, save where the hand
Of man, with long-continued toil and care,
Has won a little spot of blooming land
From the vast cheerless forest here and there!
So is the moral world - a desart drear
Where but a few green spots amid the waste appear!]]> 1799 - 1878 Großbritannien / Australien


Written On Board The Medway, Off Hobart Van Dieman's Land


O I COULD gaze the live-long summer-day
On such a scene as fills the raptured eye
In this fair haven! Mountains that reach the sky
Rise on the right and left, shadowing the bay
With their huge forms, and diadem'd with grey
And castellated rocks, whose hues may vie
With the dark tints o'the sombre drapery
That waves i'the wind adown their sides for ay.
Yet all is wild and waste, save where the hand
Of man, with long-continued toil and care,
Has won a little spot of blooming land
From the vast cheerless forest here and there!
So is the moral world - a desart drear
Where but a few green spots amid the waste appear!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20407 Mon, 07 May 2012 08:43:42 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20407 1799 - 1878 Großbritannien / Australien

The Glad Sound

WHEN some sweet melody or mountain-lay,
Dear to his youth ere he had learned to roam,
Strikes on the Switzer's ear when far away
In foreign climes from his beloved home,
Sorrow and joy commingled fill his heart
With strong emotion, and the frequent tear
Drops from his eye. Thenceforth no art
Can lure him from his home and children dear.
So when the blessed Gospel's still small voice,
Proclaiming peace and pardon to his soul,
Strikes on the sinner's ear, celestial joys
Possess his breast, while tears of sorrow roll
Adown his cheek. Thenceforth he seeks the road
That leads to happiness, to heaven, to God!]]> 1799 - 1878 Großbritannien / Australien

The Glad Sound

WHEN some sweet melody or mountain-lay,
Dear to his youth ere he had learned to roam,
Strikes on the Switzer's ear when far away
In foreign climes from his beloved home,
Sorrow and joy commingled fill his heart
With strong emotion, and the frequent tear
Drops from his eye. Thenceforth no art
Can lure him from his home and children dear.
So when the blessed Gospel's still small voice,
Proclaiming peace and pardon to his soul,
Strikes on the sinner's ear, celestial joys
Possess his breast, while tears of sorrow roll
Adown his cheek. Thenceforth he seeks the road
That leads to happiness, to heaven, to God!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20406 Sun, 06 May 2012 21:02:53 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20406 1799 - 1878 Großbritannien / Australien

Sonnet, to the Comet of 1825

O TELL me, loveliest wanderer of the sky,
That with a bright stream of translucent light
Gleaming along thy wake, illum'st the night,
As thou dost sail amid yon orbs on high;
Whence art thou come and wherefore come so nigh
The precincts of our dark terrestrial sphere?
Wert thou a stranger to repose and joy,
In thine own world and com'st to seek them here?
Did hope deferred make thy heart sad above?
Or cruel Death fill thee with bitterest woe?
Or dost thou mourn thine unrequited love,
And come to seek true hearts and bliss below?
Alas! fond wanderer, thou hast come in vain!
Soon shalt thou find the Earth a world of grief and pain!

On board the Medway - Lat. 22. South.]]> 1799 - 1878 Großbritannien / Australien

Sonnet, to the Comet of 1825

O TELL me, loveliest wanderer of the sky,
That with a bright stream of translucent light
Gleaming along thy wake, illum'st the night,
As thou dost sail amid yon orbs on high;
Whence art thou come and wherefore come so nigh
The precincts of our dark terrestrial sphere?
Wert thou a stranger to repose and joy,
In thine own world and com'st to seek them here?
Did hope deferred make thy heart sad above?
Or cruel Death fill thee with bitterest woe?
Or dost thou mourn thine unrequited love,
And come to seek true hearts and bliss below?
Alas! fond wanderer, thou hast come in vain!
Soon shalt thou find the Earth a world of grief and pain!

On board the Medway - Lat. 22. South.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20405 Sun, 06 May 2012 20:44:03 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=20405 1799 - 1878 Großbritannien / Australien

Sonnet, to the Comet of 1825

HAIL! messenger of Heaven, bright wanderer, hail!
Thy speed, methinks, betokens thou dost bring
Tidings of import vast from Heaven's Great King:
For on the wind's fleet pinions thou dost sail
Along the blue sky, while thy fiery tail
Sweeping the stars, fills mankind here below
With fearful presage of approaching woe,
And makes the boldest, as they gaze, turn pale!
Bright star, I know not what thy speed portends,
Or whither thou dost urge thy swift career;
But this I know; for wise and holy ends,
The mighty God that made thee bids thee steer
Thy course where'er thou goest. Thy shining train,
Far as its blaze extends, proclaims the Almighty's reign.

On board the Medway, at sea.]]> 1799 - 1878 Großbritannien / Australien

Sonnet, to the Comet of 1825

HAIL! messenger of Heaven, bright wanderer, hail!
Thy speed, methinks, betokens thou dost bring
Tidings of import vast from Heaven's Great King:
For on the wind's fleet pinions thou dost sail
Along the blue sky, while thy fiery tail
Sweeping the stars, fills mankind here below
With fearful presage of approaching woe,
And makes the boldest, as they gaze, turn pale!
Bright star, I know not what thy speed portends,
Or whither thou dost urge thy swift career;
But this I know; for wise and holy ends,
The mighty God that made thee bids thee steer
Thy course where'er thou goest. Thy shining train,
Far as its blaze extends, proclaims the Almighty's reign.

On board the Medway, at sea.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17421 Sun, 28 Oct 2007 11:05:27 +0100 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17421
IF Conscience be the regent of man's soul,
Whose thoughts and wills are but her ministers,
Needs must she disallow the enforced control
Of thoughts she thinks not, and of wills not hers.
This Soul-made Conscience is a Queen whose cold
Strict sceptre rules her hidden realm, alone ;
That Crowd-made Conscience is a harlot bold
That, owned by many, yet is no man's own ;
This Conscience is responsible for one ;
That Conscience irresponsible for any ;
Wrong done by all men is the deed of none ;
That 's no man's virtue which is made by many :
Since, therefore, God no Corporate Soul hath made,
How shall this Corporate Conscience be obeyed ?]]>
IF Conscience be the regent of man's soul,
Whose thoughts and wills are but her ministers,
Needs must she disallow the enforced control
Of thoughts she thinks not, and of wills not hers.
This Soul-made Conscience is a Queen whose cold
Strict sceptre rules her hidden realm, alone ;
That Crowd-made Conscience is a harlot bold
That, owned by many, yet is no man's own ;
This Conscience is responsible for one ;
That Conscience irresponsible for any ;
Wrong done by all men is the deed of none ;
That 's no man's virtue which is made by many :
Since, therefore, God no Corporate Soul hath made,
How shall this Corporate Conscience be obeyed ?]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17271 Tue, 31 Jul 2007 01:20:17 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17271 What time she breathes upon the opening rose,
When every vale in cheerfulness is dressed,
And man with grateful admiration glows.

Still may he glow, and love the sprightly scene,
Who ne'er has felt the iron hand of Care;
But what avails to me a sky serene,
Whose mind is torn with Anguish and Despair?

Give me the Winter's desolating reign,
The gloomy sky in which no star is found;
Howl, ye wild winds, across the desert plain;
Ye waters roar, ye falling woods resound!

Congenial horrors, hail! I love to see
All Nature mourn, and share my misery.]]> What time she breathes upon the opening rose,
When every vale in cheerfulness is dressed,
And man with grateful admiration glows.

Still may he glow, and love the sprightly scene,
Who ne'er has felt the iron hand of Care;
But what avails to me a sky serene,
Whose mind is torn with Anguish and Despair?

Give me the Winter's desolating reign,
The gloomy sky in which no star is found;
Howl, ye wild winds, across the desert plain;
Ye waters roar, ye falling woods resound!

Congenial horrors, hail! I love to see
All Nature mourn, and share my misery.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17270 Tue, 31 Jul 2007 01:12:37 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=17270 As if the air were her own element;
Begirt with cheerful thoughts, and bringing back
Old days, when nymphs upon Arcadian plains

Made musical the wind, and in the sun
Flashed their bright cymbals and their whistet hands.
These were the days of poetry - the woods
Were haunted with sweet shadows; and the caves,

Odourous with moss, and lit with shining spars,
Were homes where Naiads met some graceful youth
Beneath the moonlit heaven - all this is past;

Ours is a darker and a sadder age;
Heaven help us through it! - 'tis a weary world
The dust and ashes of a happier time.]]> As if the air were her own element;
Begirt with cheerful thoughts, and bringing back
Old days, when nymphs upon Arcadian plains

Made musical the wind, and in the sun
Flashed their bright cymbals and their whistet hands.
These were the days of poetry - the woods
Were haunted with sweet shadows; and the caves,

Odourous with moss, and lit with shining spars,
Were homes where Naiads met some graceful youth
Beneath the moonlit heaven - all this is past;

Ours is a darker and a sadder age;
Heaven help us through it! - 'tis a weary world
The dust and ashes of a happier time.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15906 Mon, 25 Jun 2007 10:21:49 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15906
If love should count you worthy, and should deign
One day to seek your door and be your guest,
Pause! ere you draw the bolt and bid him rest,
If in your old content you would remain.
For not alone he enters: in his train
Are angels of the mists, the lonely quest,
Dreams of the unfulfilled and unpossessed.
And sorrow, and life's immemorial pain.
He wakes desires you never may forget,
He shows you stars you never saw before,
He makes you share with him for evermore,
The burden of the world's divine regret
How wise were you to open not!--and yet,
How poor if you should turn him from the door.]]>
If love should count you worthy, and should deign
One day to seek your door and be your guest,
Pause! ere you draw the bolt and bid him rest,
If in your old content you would remain.
For not alone he enters: in his train
Are angels of the mists, the lonely quest,
Dreams of the unfulfilled and unpossessed.
And sorrow, and life's immemorial pain.
He wakes desires you never may forget,
He shows you stars you never saw before,
He makes you share with him for evermore,
The burden of the world's divine regret
How wise were you to open not!--and yet,
How poor if you should turn him from the door.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15905 Mon, 25 Jun 2007 10:20:15 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15905 Were set wide open by the watchful morn,
I walked abroad, as having took no rest
(For nights are tedious to a man forlorn);
And viewing well each pearl-bedewéd flower,
Then waxing dry by splendor of the sun,
All scarlet-hued I saw him 'gin to lour
And blush, as though some heinous act were done.
At this amazed, I hied me home amain,
Thinking that I his anger causéd had.
And at his set, abroad I walked again;
When lo, the moon looked wondrous pale and sad:
Anger the one, and envy moved the other,
To see my love more fair than Love's fair mother.





What sugared terms, what all-persuading art,
What sweet mellifluous words, what wounding looks
Love used for his admittance to my heart!
Such eloquence was never read in books.
He promised pleasure, rest, and endless joy,
Fruition of the fairest she alive.
His pleasure, pain; rest, trouble; joy, annoy,
Have I since found, which me of bliss deprive.
The Trojan horse thus have I now let in,
Wherein enclosed these arméd men were placed
Bright eyes, fair cheeks, sweet lips, and milk-white skin;
These foes my life have overthrown and razed.
Fair outward shows prove inwardly the worst,
Love looketh fair, but lovers are accurst.





Weary with serving where I nought could get,
I thought to cross great Neptune's greatest seas,
To live in exile; but my drift was let
By cruel fortune, spiteful of such ease.
The ship I had to pass in was my mind,
Greedy desire was topsail of the same,
My tears were surges, sighs did serve for wind,
Of all my ship despair was chiefest frame;
Sorrow was master; care, the cable rope;
Grief was the mainmast; love, the captain of it;
He that did rule the helm was foolish hope;
But beauty was the rock that my ship split,
Which since bath made such shipwreck of my joy
That still I swim in th' ocean of annoy.





End this enchantment, love, of my desires,
Let me no longer languish for thy love.
Joy not to see me thus consume in fires,
But let my cruel pains thy hard heart move.
And now, at last with pitiful regard
Eye me, thy lover, lorn for lack of thee,
Which, dying, lives in hope of sweet reward
Which hate hath hitherto withheld from me.
Constant have I been, still in fancy fast,
Ordained by heavens to dote upon thy fair;
Nor will I e'er, so long as life shall last,
Say any's fairer, breathing vital air.
But when the ocean sands shall lie unwet,
Then shall my soul to love thee, dear, forget.]]> Were set wide open by the watchful morn,
I walked abroad, as having took no rest
(For nights are tedious to a man forlorn);
And viewing well each pearl-bedewéd flower,
Then waxing dry by splendor of the sun,
All scarlet-hued I saw him 'gin to lour
And blush, as though some heinous act were done.
At this amazed, I hied me home amain,
Thinking that I his anger causéd had.
And at his set, abroad I walked again;
When lo, the moon looked wondrous pale and sad:
Anger the one, and envy moved the other,
To see my love more fair than Love's fair mother.





What sugared terms, what all-persuading art,
What sweet mellifluous words, what wounding looks
Love used for his admittance to my heart!
Such eloquence was never read in books.
He promised pleasure, rest, and endless joy,
Fruition of the fairest she alive.
His pleasure, pain; rest, trouble; joy, annoy,
Have I since found, which me of bliss deprive.
The Trojan horse thus have I now let in,
Wherein enclosed these arméd men were placed
Bright eyes, fair cheeks, sweet lips, and milk-white skin;
These foes my life have overthrown and razed.
Fair outward shows prove inwardly the worst,
Love looketh fair, but lovers are accurst.





Weary with serving where I nought could get,
I thought to cross great Neptune's greatest seas,
To live in exile; but my drift was let
By cruel fortune, spiteful of such ease.
The ship I had to pass in was my mind,
Greedy desire was topsail of the same,
My tears were surges, sighs did serve for wind,
Of all my ship despair was chiefest frame;
Sorrow was master; care, the cable rope;
Grief was the mainmast; love, the captain of it;
He that did rule the helm was foolish hope;
But beauty was the rock that my ship split,
Which since bath made such shipwreck of my joy
That still I swim in th' ocean of annoy.





End this enchantment, love, of my desires,
Let me no longer languish for thy love.
Joy not to see me thus consume in fires,
But let my cruel pains thy hard heart move.
And now, at last with pitiful regard
Eye me, thy lover, lorn for lack of thee,
Which, dying, lives in hope of sweet reward
Which hate hath hitherto withheld from me.
Constant have I been, still in fancy fast,
Ordained by heavens to dote upon thy fair;
Nor will I e'er, so long as life shall last,
Say any's fairer, breathing vital air.
But when the ocean sands shall lie unwet,
Then shall my soul to love thee, dear, forget.]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15889 Mon, 25 Jun 2007 09:59:12 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15889
Stanch at thy post, to meet life’s common doom,
It scarce seems death, to die as thou hast died;
Thy duty done, thy truth, strenght, courage, tried,
And all things ripe for the fulfilling tomb!

A crown would mock thy hearse’s sable gloom,
Whose virtues raised thee higher than a throne,
Whose faults were erring nature’s, not his own, -
Such be thy sentence, writ with fame’s bright plume,

Amongst the good and great; for thou wast great,
In thought, word, deed, - like mightiest ones of old, -
Full of the honest truth which makes men bold,

Wise, pure, firm, just; - the noblest Roman’s state
Became not more a ruler of the free,
Than thy plain life, high thoughts, and matchless constancy!]]>
Stanch at thy post, to meet life’s common doom,
It scarce seems death, to die as thou hast died;
Thy duty done, thy truth, strenght, courage, tried,
And all things ripe for the fulfilling tomb!

A crown would mock thy hearse’s sable gloom,
Whose virtues raised thee higher than a throne,
Whose faults were erring nature’s, not his own, -
Such be thy sentence, writ with fame’s bright plume,

Amongst the good and great; for thou wast great,
In thought, word, deed, - like mightiest ones of old, -
Full of the honest truth which makes men bold,

Wise, pure, firm, just; - the noblest Roman’s state
Became not more a ruler of the free,
Than thy plain life, high thoughts, and matchless constancy!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15888 Mon, 25 Jun 2007 09:58:42 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15888 Of a most bounteous nature, flings a shower
Of magic light along life’s shadowed hour;
As when day’s sovereign lord, behind the rift

Of summer’s brooding cloud, but looks, to lift
Incumbent heaviness from earth and sky,
With the bright beam of his exulting eye;
Think not the spirit’s course, whose silent drift

Flows on more calmly than the sparkling stream,
Is sad though thoughtfull, or must therefore seem
From secret care, to need some healing shrift;

Thine be, forever fresh and never coy,
The soul’s bright mood; - yet not less cheerful deem
The steadfast lustre of a sober joy!]]> Of a most bounteous nature, flings a shower
Of magic light along life’s shadowed hour;
As when day’s sovereign lord, behind the rift

Of summer’s brooding cloud, but looks, to lift
Incumbent heaviness from earth and sky,
With the bright beam of his exulting eye;
Think not the spirit’s course, whose silent drift

Flows on more calmly than the sparkling stream,
Is sad though thoughtfull, or must therefore seem
From secret care, to need some healing shrift;

Thine be, forever fresh and never coy,
The soul’s bright mood; - yet not less cheerful deem
The steadfast lustre of a sober joy!]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15876 Mon, 25 Jun 2007 09:47:16 +0200 ZaunköniG]]> https://sonett.fontane-place.de/showthread.php?tid=15876
These rugged wintry days I scare could bear,
Did I not know, that, in the early spring,
When wild March-winds upon their errands sing,
Thou wouldst return, bursting on this still air,

Like those same winds, when, startled from their lair,
They hunt up violets, and free swift brooks
From icy cares, even as thy clear looks
Bid my heart bloom and sing and break all care:

When drops with welcome rain the April day,
My flowers shall find their April in thine eyes,
Save there the rain in dreamy clouds doth stay,

As loath to fall out of those happy skies;
Yet sure, my love, thou art most like to May,
That comes with steady sun when April dies.]]>
These rugged wintry days I scare could bear,
Did I not know, that, in the early spring,
When wild March-winds upon their errands sing,
Thou wouldst return, bursting on this still air,

Like those same winds, when, startled from their lair,
They hunt up violets, and free swift brooks
From icy cares, even as thy clear looks
Bid my heart bloom and sing and break all care:

When drops with welcome rain the April day,
My flowers shall find their April in thine eyes,
Save there the rain in dreamy clouds doth stay,

As loath to fall out of those happy skies;
Yet sure, my love, thou art most like to May,
That comes with steady sun when April dies.]]>