Sonnet 001
When thou art old, and with crow lawed eyes
When all maiden beauty, reneges and dies
When thy plump cheek is furrow’d, yet ripen’d
And thou art bewitch’d by some sly python
Consider fidelity – I stay true
When spoilt knave thee owns – “No more love I, you”
Winter is harsh, and wears us all sad
Spoilt knave has thee fled: “The fruit has gone bad!”
Not so! Our fires of passion and ardour
Melt frost and – hazy – thaw winter
Thrilling fervour mounts, then cools – heav’n mists part
Once more thou art summer, seasonal sweetheart
ARW 07/06/07
When all maiden beauty, reneges and dies
When thy plump cheek is furrow’d, yet ripen’d
And thou art bewitch’d by some sly python
Consider fidelity – I stay true
When spoilt knave thee owns – “No more love I, you”
Winter is harsh, and wears us all sad
Spoilt knave has thee fled: “The fruit has gone bad!”
Not so! Our fires of passion and ardour
Melt frost and – hazy – thaw winter
Thrilling fervour mounts, then cools – heav’n mists part
Once more thou art summer, seasonal sweetheart
ARW 07/06/07